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PR fanatics, here is [part two] of the out.com interview with Tim Gunn.

Excerpt:

Any difficulties presented by Heidi’s pregnancy?
There were no difficulties. And she’s incredible. Talk about an amazing individual. And doesn’t she look great pregnant?

It doesn’t hurt that she has the most fabulous maternity couture that money can buy.
[Laughs] True. And she really knows how to work it, doesn’t she? I remember saying to Heidi with frequency, “Don’t you want to sit down?” These hours are so long. She carried herself and used the same hours that we did in season one. In a way it was as if she wasn’t pregnant at all. She just kept go-go-going. But the designers kept waiting every time we announced a new challenge, they kept expecting it would be a pregnancy challenge.

I was wondering about that too!
We talked about it and thought, It’s too expected. So we dropped it.

...

Now the big question: Are you single?
I’m very single.

How can you be single?
This is going to sound ridiculous to you. I’m so resigned to it. I went to a psychic about 25-26 years ago. Ostensibly the real thing; she was a consultant to the NASA space flights, and she was a consultant to the FBI. And it was a horrible session. She punched holes in every myth I’d created about myself. I’d spent a lot of my life blaming things on prior lives. And she said to me, “I don’t believe in talking to people about prior lives.” I thought, That’s disappointing, it’s one of the reasons I wanted to see you. Then she said, “In your case, I have to make an exception. I have never met a new soul. Until now.” I say that because it helped explain a lot. I have never, ever been more hurt than from a relationship that goes back to Washington, D.C.—before New York. I’m welling up thinking about how horrible it all was. After many years, it was the advent of AIDS and knowing that this guy who I loved more than myself had been sleeping around… it was awful. More awful was his out and out rejection of me, saying, “I don’t have the patience for you. I’m tired of you. Get lost.” And I haven’t been in a relationship since. And I’ve run from a couple of opportunities. I keep revisiting this “new soul” thing and I think, It’s not gonna happen in this lifetime. It’s not meant to be.

Really, Tim? A psychic? Oh my.

Dear self,

You are not in middle school anymore. Get the fuck over yourself. There is no Cool Kids Club you are being excluded from. So what if they won't respond to comments? This is LiveJournal, not life. Calm down.

eye-rollingly,
Drew

ps - no, I'm not looking for sympathy comments. Seriously. I just hate comment-locked posts.

::checks biorhythms, notes "emotional" on a downswing:: OH. So *that's* why I've been cranky all day. Huh. And I have a week of this to look forward to? Lovely.

In happy shiny fun news, the new trailer for X3 is up and pretty, even though the movie will probably suck. Which, of course, doesn't exactly *matter* to me -- I'm going to see it anyway, because that's what you do when you're a big geek.

In Really Faggy News, I have painted my fingernails (clear polish, people! I'm not *that* faggy) because I have started biting my nails again, and this is the surest way to stop that. Yeah, this stuff tastes TERRIBLE. But my nails are all shiny! It's distracting.

In technological news, I seem to have lost the ability to manage multiple AIM windows at the same time. At the height of popslash, I could carry on six or seven conversations at once; tonight I was having trouble with *three*. ::fails at life::

For the one person in the world who has not seen them, the pictures of [Jensen holding] [his nephew]. I really don't have anything to say that hasn't been said before. Even the burp rag is gorgeous on him. I kept staring at them and going "this can't be your biological clock ticking; you don't have a uterus!" but they affect me nonetheless.

Does anybody know if Supernatural is airing at all tomorrow, and if so, what ep? I know it's not a new one.