Split!

People.com is reporting that Charisma Carpenter (the slag who played Cordelia Chase on Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel ) has split the hell up with her husband.  They were married for four years, but alas, her representative says that :  ”They are separated and now living separately.”  That’s all sorts of sad and also all sorts of redundant!   By the way this probably isn’t going to make an impressionable mark in anybody’s world-view, but I really used to love that Buffy The Vampire TV series and so I felt compelled to report this.   By the way, I’ve also heard some distressing news that Sarah Michelle Prinze (ha ha) is nixing the idea of making a movie reprising her Buffy role.   Ugh!  What the hell is her problem?  

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Stella, He Luvs V!

 wordpress ephed up my pic!

For some reason this is the best pic of Banksy I could find!  He looks scared, like he just saw one of the slags in the official messboard.  Ha Ha.  Just kidding.  All the slags in the official messboard are darlings and I know this because… okay, I don’t know this!  I didn’t have time to scan the messboards or anything, but I was just wondering about some of Interpol’s song titles.  Like for instance, Mammoth.   Why do you think they chose to bless that song with that particular title? They have the best song titles!  C’mere… genius!  If you don’t care about such things, go ahead and ignore this post.  Stella made me do it! <—– Hee hee.  Okay, tomorrow I’m going to trash Turn on the Bright Lights.  Bring your boxing gloves!

 *  I have a mad crush on Carrrlos D. now, too…

It’s Over, Slags!

Amy Winehouse has cancelled her train wreck of a tour.  She says she can’t do it without her husband, Blake.  He’s in jail, okay.  She needs his support.   By the way, out of all the sad-making and silly things Amy does to herself and people put up with, I think this is the worst!  Way to go, Amy!  Dependency on drugs I can handle, but dependency on other people (and I use that term loosely) to make it through a gig is where I draw the line.  Slag!

* Jeez, I think I’m kidding.  Stop sending me comments telling me to leave her alone.  She wanted to be famous (I read that letter she wrote when she was a high school )!   I do wish her all the best, though.  And I like how she’s eating an apple!  That’s a good message for a change!  An apple a day keeps the doctor away…

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Three Blonde Mice

Hmm.  I wonder who called who and said:   “Let’s combine our tripartite fug, wear sunglasses, and fug up an innocent restaurant in Beverly Hills today!”   I think it was Nicole, because she’s the only one who seems to have her wits about her.  Paris is back from China…. thank God for that! 

Make Me Rave

I knew that Kate Moss quote would come in handy!   Okay, I was all set to do some blogging like around 1am, but as you can see, not much blogging has happened.   Shit!   Janers did a few posts (I luv her) and I did a post consisting entirely of Jesus and Mary Chain videos…   It’s now 3:40 am and I have tons of shit to do tomorrow!   Gossip stories are blah tonight:   Hulk Hogan and his wife are divorcing.   Amy Winehouse is a sad mess.  Mary-Kate Olsen just bought a house in the Hancock Park neighborhood of Los Angeles (bytch!)…  and none of it’s making me rave!  Since I’m not a phucking alchemist, I think I’m going to just force myself to go to sleep.  I do wish I could turn this crap into gold and actually write something slightly amusing, but it’s not working tonight, and I don’t want to insult your intelligences.   So I’ll see you tomorrow!

* I think I’m just going to work on my Banksy and Whorelando scrapbooks  when I wake up tomorrow, but I’ll check in if anything earth-shaking happens in Hollywood.  I’m freaking KIDDING about the damn scrap books okay?!   So don’t get your bowels in an uproar.

Toodles, slags!

Anners 

New Couple Alert!

Serena Williams and Common may possibly be dating.   That’s cute!  What the eph happened to her tights, though?  Methinks she fell or something.  That’s sad if that’s what happened.  Anyway, here they are together in London.  Toodles.

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