Ok, note to Bruce Willis: Stop making out with Courtney Love. Seriously. I've said it before and I'll say it again. Courtney Love = ew. You used to be married to Demi Moore for chrissake!
Jesus. Its like I dont keep an eye on Hollywood for a few minutes (because people STILL wont shut the hell up about Anna Nicole and Britney!) and dudes start making out with Courtney Love again. Its like a pre-school, that Hollywood! Cant turn your back for a second.
Anywho. If you ask me, Scott Weiland got off easy when his wife torched his clothes. I mean, how does a girl put up with his shit? She doesnt, thats how. I wish I could have been there to see all those pink feather boas, velvet and animal prints up in flames, though.
*le sigh*
In other news, the sun is out today. Now if only I could con someone into calling in a bomb threat to my building so I can have the rest of the day off...
*Just kidding, Homeland Security. Please dont arrest me...
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