Thursday, May 18, 2006

getting what's comin' to you

I really should not be feeling so gleeful about the fact that Paul McCartney may get screwed out of a quarter of his fortune when Heather Mills (and her lawyers) get through with him. I loved him once. When I was four, he was my favorite Beatle (four year olds have different needs) and I knew all the words to "Band on the Run". I even had a little fantasy that he was my dad. But when you sue Apple, you have to know that I'm going to get my panties in a bunch. And when you're as rich as he is and dumb enough not to sign a pre nup, you deserve to be punished.

Call me a romantic.

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