My cute boys in Florida left me a voicemail yesterday to see if perhaps Gary Coleman had hit me with his car. Did you hear about this? Apparently Mr. Coleman lost his shizz on Friday night and hit a guy (who wanted his picture - the horror!) with his car. Now, this doesn't surprise me at all, as I've had the "privilege" (she says, skeptically) of having a picture taken with the bitter and bitchy Gary Coleman. What a piece of work - and how disappointing, as I was a HUGE fan of Different Strokes as a child. "What'chu talkin' 'bout, Willis" was a phrase heard often in our house, as we all loved watching what shenanigans they'd find themselves in. When I saw him at Sundance last year, I was thrilled to *finally* get my picture with Arnold himself. Sadly, he was as rude as rude can be (although he did begrudgingly pose for the picture after much conjoling on my part - he actually said, "It's NEVER one more picture!" I wanted to say, "Um, you're a washed-up has-been who should be happy anyone wants your picture at all!!!" but I refrained). 
Anyway, I just wanted to let everyone know that no, I was not hit by Gary Coleman's car. I'm fine (well, as much as one can be while dealing with all the CL craziness going on).
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