With my dear friend Linsanity's latest woes, I had already started populating my "Letters to Lindsay - version 2.0. I really thought she was going to go back to the slammer, I was uberly excited that this was going to happen because then we could re-ignite the relationship we started over the summer. MISS THIS GIRL! I'll be honest once she was sprung from Lynwood, I tried to keep in contact but it was tough because no one would give me her address, she never replied to my tweets, and the impossible happened - I couldn't even get anything out of Michael Lohan's mouth. Then the judge sentenced her to the worst possible thing: rehab until January 3rd 2011. I thoroughly oppose rehabs, I'm a staunch believer in the old saying "Rehab is for quitters!" I cannot with a clean conscience continually write a daily letter to the Lin-dawg and address it to "Betty Ford Center." It would go against everything I believe in. After much contemplation...
It’s been seven years, seven years people; the gum I swallowed back in 2005 has left my body, the dogs born in 2005 are now 49 years old. A Pope somewhere in one of those foreign speaking countries died. Nicole Richie and Paris Hilton had a fight that forever changed the landscape of their friendship. I don’t think I’ve brought any of these things up since 2005, maybe early 2006. Why are we still heavily discussing J versus A? And why do we keep pitting two of the most polar opposite people against each other? These women are like night and day. Jennifer’s boldest and most controversial move was chopping her hair off for season seven of Friends. Angelina’s is a real tossup between French kissing her brother at the Oscars, in front of the world, or wearing Billy Bob’s blood around her neck. The only things these two have in common are famous dads, easy to pronounce last names and Brad Pitt that is it. I have a strong...
Recently I have come across something which in my eyes is already a pandemic in our country or maybe just in my apartment. It is worse than swine flu, but better than texting and driving, yet equal to self mutilation (razor blades only). It’s called Drinking While Watching Infomercials (DWWI). \ For so long I only thought as the infomercial to be somewhat of entertaining programming for the insomniacs and night time security guards. Well this past month something has happened. These infomercials are just as sneaky and conniving as the credit card companies that up your interest rate to 30% just because you haven’t paid a monthly payment in 9 months. You take your average young adult American who may or may not have an issue with drinking and have them turn on the boob tube at 2:00 am in the morning and these are some of the things that a person who is writing this blog may or may not have purchased while under the influence. The Pillow Pet. This purchase was solely based on th...
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