Showing posts with label dead Anna. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dead Anna. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Open Love Letter to the Boy

Why he is cute:

1. He thinks Duke Lacrosse is a minor member of the British royal family.

2. He has never heard of Don Imus, and attempts to explain the kerfuffle have thus far been unsuccessful.

3. He STILL does not know who Dannielynn's babydaddy is and shows interest not measurable by existing technology.


From my mom: Spring in Oregon looks a little like I remember Spring in MN



Thursday, March 1, 2007


SNOW EMERGENCY (er, everywhere but here.) See picture from Mom. It is supposed to be 70 and sunny in LA this weekend. Maybe I’ll go on a hike.

My boss made me promise not to write about work on this blog and, barring my occasional Anna Nicole Smith (or ANiS as she is known around here) rants, I’ve kept to that. Food and TV…Food and TV….

I’m not a reality show girl, but I do have a soft spot for America’s Next Top Model. Watching beautiful people humiliate themselves for no apparent reason is somewhat satisfying. And you know what, most of these beautiful people really ARE unintelligent and generally unpleasant. I watch shows like American Idol and nearly have an anxiety attack – this is many of the contestants’ one chance at avoiding a rather dreary fate in whatever dreary subdivision from whence they came and they want fame so bad they are practically weeping with frustration. I don’t worry as much about the freaks of nature that are the model contestants. They will land on their oversized, Manolo-clad feet.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

An Open Love Letter to My Boy

But first a word on Kenny the Torturer: OUCH.

The Surge(tm) is progressing despite the nearly constant pain. All that shit about having SO MUCH MORE ENERGY when you work out is bullshit. When you work out, you expend energy. Its physics, people.

Now back to the sweetest man in the history of sweet men. He is my oasis of sanity in an desert of imbecility. He brings reason to an irrational world. Why? BECAUSE HE DID NOT KNOW ANNA NICOLE SMITH DIED UNTIL I TOLD HIM *YESTERDAY*. Honestly, it doesnt get cuter than that. He is currently attempting to let his flat in London - no easy task, especially when you are looking for a renter without a crippling drug habit or links to the Russian mob. If you know anyone fitting into that rather broad demo looking for a flat, let me know. Grazie.

Monday, February 19, 2007

***BREAKING NEWS***

BRITNEY: STILL BALD!
ANNA NICOLE SMITH: STILL DEAD!
LOS ANGELES: RAINING!


Yes, the world spins on another axis this morning.


From Chinese NY

Chinese New Year was not as porcine as hoped - we had some elegant drinks at the Downtown Standard (where it rained and my hair frizzed) and then repaired to Mountain Bar for a little hot Billie Jean dancing action. But back to The Surge(tm) today and looking forward to my session tonight with Kenny The Torturer(tm).

From Chinese NY