Dix Du Jour:Movie With Scenes That Make Me Cry

1. The Little Princess - Sarah is looking to her father to save her and he doesn't remember her because he got a spritz of napalm to his face.
2. My Girl - "Where's he glasses? He can't see without his glasses!!" Enough. Said.
3. Artificial Intelligence - Monica tries to leave David in the woods after whispering the magic phrase. What a bitch.
4. Titanic - Jack and Rose are in steerage and water is about to sweep a child away.
5. The Other Sister - Carla is making her wedding invitations and her whole wedding make me cry happy tears.
6. Charlotte's Web - Whoever thought Charlotte's death should be a scene in this movie has some serious issues. What ten year old is stable enough for that? Hell, I'm 22 and I'm barely able to get through it.
7. My Sister's Keeper - After Kate's first round of chemo until the end of the movie, I was in hysterics. I was also angry with the ending but you probably already read that.
8. Hachi:A Dog's Tale - I can't give the scene without spoiling the whole movie
9. Ladder 49 -Before he went crazy, Joaquin Phoenix dying in a fire made me cry. It also made me not want to date a firefighter or a policeman, ever.
10. Pearl Harbor - Obviously, when Danny dies.

Hot Seks of The Day

Columbus Keith Short

Is That Mick Jagger In The Corner?

I cannot believe I slept on SNL for so long after junior high.

State of the Kelli

On the eve of my 22nd birthday, I can say that I feel like I'm just starting to live. I feel content, but I also have huge plans for 2011 until whenever. In the past couple of months, my life plan has been thought about, thought again, tossed out and finalized about five times. Obviously, my Boston Terrier, Jesus Shuttlesworth stays or an black pug that is nameless as of now.

The highlight of this upcoming year is definitely my trip to Europe. Although Greece isn't one of my stops, the main purpose is to find my 'kefi'. Since it is dangerous to travel abroad alone, I decided I would go with a Perillo Tour. There are probably other tour companies out there, but Perillo has to be the best. My third grade teacher Mrs. Greenfield, would often clean her house and bring her junk in to us poor, unfortunate, urban youth. She put it neatly, by calling it a raffle. Among these things was Perillo catalogs. Since I was easily brainwashed influenced at this age, I'd be betraying my roots but choosing another. My European Sojourn begins with a 14 day tryst with Italy, yes the whole country. Followed by a trip to Paris, then London, then back home. This month long trip wouldn't be necessary if I didn't feel entitled at 15. Before you scoff, I know I'm fortunate to go BACK to Italy, while some people never make it. But this time, I'm going to appreciate it, in a very Eat. Pray. Love kind of way. Sadly, I will not be breaking up with James Franco, or with anyone for that matter at the rate I'm going. But that's another story entirely.

Learning to DJ is also on my list of thangs to do. Since everyone seems to have a musical talent, and I can neither rap nor sing, I can contribute the next best thing. Thus, I enrolled in NY Scratch Academy so I can ultimately become DJ Kellid (no, nobody caught the DJ Khaled reference? 'Kay. Moving on.) Well, I don't plan on turning it into my career. I do plan on pimping the wedding, birthday, and mitzvah circuit for some cash. And if I should happen to "make" it, well then who am I to refuse the people what they want, or their money.

It goes without saying that there is definitely a tattoo in the works. A sleeve perhaps? I think so. But after this one, I'm only getting two more.So who knows what this year is going to bring me. I'm going to make it as happy and drama free as I possibly can. Happy Birthday to me.

P.S. When I blow out my candles, I'm wishing for Ryan Harris.

Give Me Face!

I think this point has been blatantly obvious since the late 1990s, but reality television is intensely addicting. This week there was a slight change in my sleeping pattern, causing me to stay up until about seven in the morning. Now knowing me, sleep is probably the one thing I can do better than anyone else, simply because I am a lazy bones. I wish the world would see that I am not lazy, I am in fact resting up for my thirties, but I don’t see that happening.

Although I am a lover of cartoons, I have taken some time out from my animated roots and have spent countless hours loving reality television. Just in case you have been living under a rock for the past year or so, the baby making business is BOOMING. Who cares if obnoxiously sized families are eating through the world’s already limited resources? I sure as hell don’t because it makes for some good television. Most recently, I have taken a liking to the Duggar family…again. My relationship with the Duggars began sometime in 2007. That was when there were only 15 Duggars. However tonight, there is the delivery of the 19^th Duggar baby, and I could not be more excited…for all the wrong reasons.

The Duggars are a conservative Christian family. All the kids are home schooled. The girls don’t wear bikinis, or pants. They all dress in super essential basics. In theory, this is ideal. They want people to pay attention to their countenance. We can be thankful that they have fabulous genes, because I do not think this would fly so well had they been ugly and needed brand names to make up for their imperfections. But if I had to be reborn into a different family, it’s a toss up between the Kardashians and the Duggars. They spend their time driving across the country, doing all sort of fun things like being in plays and whatnot. One of my favorite things about the show is that we get little trivia tidbits through out the show. Things like they love pickles, or that if all of her pregnancies were consecutive, Momma Duggar would be pregnant for 13 years or something like that.

For the most part the Duggar kids are normal and healthy, but now I’m beginning to wonder when they are going to get a little spice in their lives. I really want to see a baby with like six fingers or something. On the last episode, Michelle Duggar, the woman who has delivered every single one of the Duggar children through her Super Cervix, announces that she is pregnant. She thought that she couldn’t possibly be pregnant because she’s in a later stage of life than most women who have babies. Actually, the youngest Duggar, Jordyn still has a loose neck when the pregnancy is announced.

Michelle Duggar is actually very cool. Sarah Palin wises she was maverick like this lady. Did you know that only three weeks after giving birth, PREMATURELY, to baby 19, she was at a rally to ban alcohol from local convenience stores. Well actually, I don’t agree with this, but the point is, she’s a little Viking.

Another guilty pleasure of mine is drag queens. Obviously, RuPaul’s drag race is the complete essential. If I were every half the woman RuPaul was, I’d die happy. Basically, the queens compete in weekly challenges, you know same old thing. They make their own costumes and go from men to women and are judged by a panel of judges. But it gets better, the queens in the bottom two get to battle it out one last time to save themselves. They get to lip sync. Is that not the best idea ever? Could you imagine if the world’s problem were solved by a no holds barred lip sync battle? I would only perform Mariah Carey songs. And maybe a Celine Dion ballad. The hoodrat in me would prefer a little bit of Mary J. Blige, and more specifically, Real Love. Anyway a new season began last night. I wasn’t all that impressed with the queens. My favorite got eliminated. But my next favorite is Jessica Wild, who is Puerto Rican, from San Juan. I hope she wins it all.

They even have an after show called “Untucked”. I need this person to script my life. My new secondary goal in life may be to become a Gay Icon, because that seems to work out well.