


Does anyone actually care? The biggest surprise of this entire debacle is that Sandra Bullock married him to begin with. The fact that he hooked up with a bevy of tramps while married isn't shocking, just stupid. I wonder if Jesse's tramps, Tiger's whores, and Charlie's call girls ever over-lapped? I'd like to meet the girl who did them all. Well, not meet her per se....just make fun of her.
So, Jake the Cheeseball and that tramp attended Perez Hilton's birthday bash. Um, what? Who invited these publicity starved losers? The next thing you'll know, one of them will be on Dancing with the Stars. Oh, wait....
Billy, honey, I love you, but you do not look mahvelous these days. WTF?!?! Are you OK? Do we need to have a Comic Relief special in your honor? How can we help?
While I applaud Molly Ringwald for going with a bold fashion choice and pairing a purple gown with her bright red hair, I worry that it's a tragedy waiting to happen. How many times did she trip? Is that why she was so awkward and grumpy during the tribue to John Hughes at the Oscars?
but the blanket is so big I'm afraid she'll tip over. Bless her heart.
Speaking of things that drive me crazy, check out the number of family members on this van. It's like a small army. I wish I had some sort of bully stickers I could put over the stick figure people. They would be super mean and make me laugh. That would rule.

I received a welcome surprise yesterday when my super cute friend Steve Love (aka Dr. Love) called to say he was in town and asked me to dinner. I usually only see Steve once a year at Sundance, so it was nice to spend time with him one-on-one. Plus, we went to Happy Sumo and you know that always makes me happy. Good times! :)
So, remember a few months ago when I was attempting to lift my 200 pound pink heart concrete table made by Bobby Brady and I thought I'd hurt my arm a little? Flash forward two months later and it's still hurting. As my stupid insurance is changing in two days (curses!), I thought it best to get into the doctor to have it checked out. The diagnosis? Apparently I have epicondylitis of the elbow. Yeah, I know. Whatever. I have to go to physical therapy. What fun is that? Can't they just wave a magic wand and fix it? Oh, no? Drat.
The worst part of the doctor's visit was the intern who examined me. Now, I understand they want to please people and try to rate high on customer service or whatever, but there's a line. She literally asked me, "Is there anything else?" at least 3,594 times. I'm not even exaggerating. Finally I said, "Well, I do get a lot of migraines." Her response? "Let's schedule another appointment to discuss those. Is there anything else?" Well, no, lady. There is nothing else because obviously you just want to rape me and make me come back for another co-pay. No, thank you. And if you ask me if I need anything else one more time I'm going to punch you in the face. And, scene.
Bradley Cooper, you are such a dream come true. I love you and your baby blue eyes more than you'll ever know.
Ryan Gosling, you are magnificent. I was thrilled to learn you're just as nice as you are hot. Run away with me.
Nice try, Lorenzo Lamas. You hack. Your days of being hot were OBVIOUSLY long ago days gone by. Get off my list.
Oh, McDreamy. I'd try to buy your love any day of the week (get it? He was in the movie Can't Buy Me Love).
My hats off to you, as well, Matthew Morrison. My heart just skipped a beat.
In fact, I've given good friends the keys to my place just in case, for some unforeseen reason, I die in my sleep and no one knows or cares and my decaying rotten body is laying there for days on end. Who wants that? I've read The Secret - I should know better, right? Am I bringing bad things upon me, or am I just cursed to always see the negative? How did this start? I suppose being disappointed one, two, or fifty times starts getting to someone. I wish I could be different. It seems like it'd be better to be Positive Pink all the time. Perhaps I'll start slowly and try to see the good in things. I've got to start somewhere, right? :)
Oh, no. Another day, another terrible design of a leather dress. Pockets? Come on.
What's this? Jonah Hill is capable of taking a picture where his eyes aren't closed and he's smiling? Wow. Miracles never cease.
I think Kanye's look says it all, "Dude, this bitch be crazy. Didn't they wear that on Braveheart?"
The Jonai may wear as many pairs of sunglasses as they'd like, but it's still not going to make them cool.