heidi and her re-religious ass-pirations

in a perfect world heidi montag would be sent on a spaceship to live in another galaxy far far away where re-re’s are appreciated and loved. unfortunately, she lives here. and guess what? she just released a new song. it’s called one more drink (you can subject yourself to it here). and it’s about getting herself drunk enough to go home and whore it up with whomever purchased that last drink for her.

but it only gets betta. she’s getting all high and mighty on us. now she wants to do a christian album because she feels this crazy connection to god. maybe it’s through his omnipotence and his grace that he sends a boy to provide her with that one more drink. maybe it’s god’s plan and he wants us all to drink ourselves into oblivion and then go eph random peeps after. maybe i missed that chapter in the bible?

click here to read more about how she compares her “persecution” about the sex tape rumors to the persecution of jesus. and loads of other fun things over at just jared. oh, and her big goal for herself and spencer is to be bigger than posh and becks. dream big sweets. dream big.

pete wentz is so fay and he doesn’t like his oui oui!

pete, really. i know you and ass are publicity mongers. and we as the general public really aren’t all that interested. so why do you have to go out there and pull the fake gay thing and do an article in out? i know you want the gays to love you. but you aren’t really their type being straight and all. here are some choice quotes from the article:

He doesn’t seem to think he has much to prove to Out, and I ask a lot of follow-up questions. Wentz answers them all, even when he’s not sure I’ll like the answers. “When I said that I make out with dudes, there was a slight sense of sexual rebellion in that,” he admits. “And I probably even made it a bigger deal than it was.” He thinks the first time he kissed a guy was when he was 16 or 17, probably on a dare at a party: “Like, ‘You make out with this dude and we’ll make out.’ ” And of later experiments, at 18 or 19, he says it was more like, “I’m going to try this thing.” And most recently? He actually apologizes before responding. “A long time ago,” he says with a slight wince. “Probably when I was 22?”

He has no qualms talking about his attraction to men (including a big, stupid crush on John Mayer), which still puts him on a very short list of famous young male musicians and actors who haven’t been convinced that confession is in and of itself a career killer. But as he said in The Advocate in 2007, the stopping point truly does come when the action strays below the belt. “It’s really about the equipment,” he tells me, gesturing at his crotch with a grimace. (Decide for yourself: The first unfiltered hit for an image search on Wentz’s name still yields the shots he took of his equipment in hand, which leaked from his Sidekick in 2006.) “I really don’t think it’s an attractive quality. That’s what it comes down to. I don’t even like my own. Like, I really don’t like it. I don’t like anything about it.”

he’s a oui oui hater! whatevs. you can check out more here at gawker.

bowie’s personal faves

one of my boyphriends – the coolest man evs david bowie – decided that the standard run of the mill best of albums tend to be a bit boring so he snazzed things up by releasing his own favorites on a free cd that was provided to those of you slags lucky enough to call the uk or ireland home this past weekend in the mail on sunday newspaper. hang on to yourself, life on mars, teenage wildlife and 9 others were included on it. in addition to the cd, david wrote about each song he had chosen and it’s a fantastic read. click here to check it out!

she’s a crack-house

so an interesting article came out in rolling stone last week about crackhouse and how phucked up she is. really, you may ask yourself? yes, really. she’s blase about her crack habit. she likens her racist comments to chinese whispers. she has a sick relationship with the paparazzi. and we’re supposed to feel some kind of pitying emotion towards her for that i guess. after all, a photog that was interviewed really hopes she gets better so he can take pics of her riding a bike in a park (or something else healthy like that). while i may sound a bit cynical it’s actually a decent read – i just don’t know if it’s meant to solicit empathy or just make her out to be a completely hopeless junkie.

anyway, click here if you are interested in taking a look!

Ugg, Look! It’s Ryan Gosling

 

Uggers likes Ryan Gosling.   Or at least she did!  I’m posting these for her.   Kind of awkward candids, though.  He’s just like sitting down, peaceably, with his hands pholded in his lap.

Morgan Tagged Me!

Konst tagged Morgan and Morgan tagged me.  Thus, you have before you a list of seven or so songs that I am digging at this point in time.  Not necessarily my favorites of all time, but I’m sort of in a nostalgic mood and these are making me quite calm and happy.  So the deal was to list your seven songs (I did more though).  And because Morgan is a beautiful genius, I am going to urge that you list the 7 or so songs you are diggin right now in the comments, just as she did on her blog.  That is, if you want to.  

Oh, and I chose to include a pic of Kate Moss and her ginormous bodyguard from Glastonbury for some odd reason.

 

Policy of Truth:  The Depeche Mode.  Damn, I fell in love with this song waaaaay back in the day.  It’s just perfect.

Strong Man:  Luscious Jackson.   I couldn’t find the album version.  This works, though.   I dunno why I like this song.  It’s cute and sisterly.

The Perfect Girl:  I ♥ The Cure.   I like when he sings “I wanna turn you all upside down”.

Behind The Wheel  Depeche Mode again.   This one’s sexy and it makes me want to smoke cigarettes and glare at cute boys in San Francisco as if I don’t care about them because I’m too cool for that stuff.  I dig atmospheric music.  I’m obsessed with this song.

Graffiti: The Digable Planets.  They were all I listened to in high school.  I had the cassette tapes…  I was into Beatniks and North Beach and when they did their jazzy beatniky stuff I thought I had struck gold.

Cursed Female: Porno For Pyros.  I love Perry Farrell.   I also love this song.  Cursed to be born is right. 

Talisman:  Air.  I actually love this song.  I like floaty, instrumental music that makes the world seem special.  I like 97% of Air’s songs, but I’ve been listening to this one the most. 

Days Have Turned Away From Me:  John Frusciante.  I actually love this song, too.  It’s beautiful.  When I listen to this song I have to listen to it like 5 times. And then I cry, and then I pray and ask God to make it happen that John and I get married. 

  

What The Hell Happened To Colin Farrell?

Is this the year hot actors get fugly or something?  First Orlando and now Colin!   Granted, I never thought Colin was beautiful or anything but he was pretty cute though.   Extra Special Fug!  Here’s Colin out on a date with some nameless lass who’s not afraid to play with color. 

 

James Blunt Is Nasty

I don’t know what it is about James Blunt that sends my gag reflex into overdrive.  I think it’s his face!  It’s the face of a perv who walks around with mirrors strapped to his shoes so that he can spy what’s going on underneath womenfolks’ dresses.

There is actually a point to this post.  Okay, not really.  It seems James Blunt can’t live without getting his sessual jollies on in the regular.  Sayeth James:  “Sex is as important to me as it is to the next man, and, you know, it’s pretty important to him.”  

One more thing:   James doesn’t give a toss about negative press because too many people appreciate him for it to bother him all that much.  Sayeth James:   “Sometimes, reading my own media, the negativity can upset me, but I just deal with things on a positive basis. I have 20,000 people singing my words back to me on a nightly basis – they share my hopes and fears, and they relate to my own life experiences. I am happy.”

Wow.  He performs every night for 20,000 people?  That’s a lot of sess! 

Sorcery

Adulterer!

Ha.   Sienners was papped in Los Angeles and she looks like a hobby horse in crisis.   Must be tough being reviled by 7/10 of the phree world!  No biggie.   Sienners is a tough little cookie, though, so she braved the scorn and judgment and went shopping.   When the going gets tough, the tough get shopping… I like her dress and her sandals.  But I don’t like her (anymore).