Sunday, January 30, 2005


Today I got the ultimate fashion accessory, a little Chinese Crested. We named him Bentley. Yep, like the car =) I'm not sure if I should give him the Gucci dog tag, since I was saving it for a dog named Gucci but he can always wear the Coach collar, right? Petco now sells designer doggy accessories too, like $100 Italian-made sweaters with an attached feather boa! They also had a totally blinged out doggy dish! But, Petco's bad and I'd rather get a Burberry one. Pictures to come!! Remember, our LA apartment must be doggy friendly =)

Saturday, January 29, 2005

So here's the plan.

After Graduation, C and I are gonna move out to Los Angeles. We're looking at apartments right now -- she wants a freeway view (weirdo) and I want Santa Monica, but will settle for others.

Two bedrooms, please.

We'll be packing up our stuff and driving cross-country. Yes, miss.

No more of this New York City shiz for us.

Friday, January 28, 2005

Happy Birthday to my favoritest blonde boy!

... you all know who I'm talking about ...

I cannot believe that he's twenty-five today. I remember when he was seventeen and the hottest piece of ass I'd ever seen. He really, really was. He called in to Miami's Y-100 today and spoke a bit about Paris ... his fake ghetto accent has lifted a little, maybe he really is growing up.

But despite it all, he still sounds seventeen or eighteen. TWENTY FIVE.

(Photo courtesy of

He's still got it, and I'm still lovin' it.

Let's all hold hands now and sing Happy NaNa, Happy NaNa hey hey ...

Thursday, January 27, 2005

They may have fooled AIM, but they did not fool us.

AIM Today featured a photograph under the "aim Celebrity look-a-likes" section of a girl claiming to be a clone of Paris Hilton. Catherine brought the photograph in question to my attention. We were on a quest to prove AIM (not to mention the "clone") wrong.

From the look of the room and the way she was dressed and posed, I instantly knew it was from backstage of a huge event. I had a suspicion it was the Sundance Festival. I began scouring through thumbnails of events past.

But minutes passed, and I realized that I was starting at the wrong end; her hair had not looked like that since ... ever. Flipped the chart around, told Cat to look from the more recent end ... and minutes later, lo and behold, Sundance 2001 - Hugo Boss/Franchise Pictures party, there was the picture.

Click here for the original thumbnail.

There ya go.

It's about time.

I'm sorry I missed Ashlee yesterday. But then again, I'm not.

Things have taken quite a turn since the last episode of last season, when I had sunken into the throes of Ashlee Simpson-hood and was damn proud of it. I was sorry to see her go, and convinced it was the last we would see of her in the reality-show setting.

Boy what fathers can convince their daughters to do. And boy, am I sick of seeing Ashlee and hearing about Ashlee and seeing her on stations she doesn't belong -- CNN!? I watched a "sneak peak" of the first episode that aired last night, when Ashlee defended herself yet again on the whole SNL thing. If I were her, I'd just shut up and admit I was wrong. I mean, I doubt she'd lose any more fans ... playing along with the whole incongruous story her father no doubt made up is making her look so much worse. Move on from it, forget about it! People make mistakes, yes, but they move on. As should you, AS.

Anyway, if Ashlee's not going to give her father a kick in the arse, at least Jessica is:
Jessica is taking steps to distance herself professionally from her meddling pop. "Both Nick and Jessica want a family, but Joe's been dead set against it at ths stage of their careers," a friend told Star magazine. "He told Jessica, 'You've got plenty of time before you start tying yourself down.' Nick was outraged that Joe was involved in the discussion of when they should have children - and he told Jessica so." ... Simpson now is looking for someone to handle management of her film career, while Joe will continue to handle her singing duties.

Perhaps Jessica is the smart one in the family afterall ...

Wednesday, January 26, 2005

That's hot. Oh. \ /.

What a Paris-filled day. We watched her strut onto Conan's stage in a dayglo neon pink and violet number, only to reveal absolutely nothing about herself (except for the fact that she is, believe it or not, not dumb).

Well ... her top's about to blow.

PageSix has discovered Paris' love letters to ex-boyfriend Nick Carter.

One card signed, "Paris, AKA Le Bean," wishes Carter a happy birthday (which falls on Jan. 28), and states: "I don't want you to ever worry because I would never [bleep] this up for anything in the world. It's been really hard for me these past couple of months and I'm so happy I found you. You are the [bleep] and I love you to death."

A Valentine's card — which features heart-shaped candies with slogans like, "Spoil me," "Tease Me," "Squeeze Me" and "Love Me" — reads: "Sometimes I forget you can't see my thoughts or into my heart . . . I really hope and believe this will last forever."

Another letter marking the couple's "4-month anniversary," says: "I know you probably wonder from time to time what you mean to me . . . you mean the world to me. Think of something you couldn't live without and multiply it by a hundred."

The sweet nothings were written inside sappy greeting cards with photos of puppies. Another missive was accompanied by photos the heiress had cut out of a magazine showing herself looking glum with the headline: "Paris feels real pain." "Dear Nick, This is how I look and feel when I'm away from you," she wrote.

The dream appeared to sour by the time Paris wrote from "the plane back to L.A." having watched the movie, "50 First Dates."

Paris penned: "I just wanted to let you know how sorry I am for lying to you before and I want to let you know that it will never happen again. I can't explain the pain I felt when I thought I lost you. It was like half of me had been ripped from my soul. I never felt so alone and I never want to feel that way again. I never want to lose you. I never want to hurt you again . . . I'm so sorry for the pain that I have caused you. From now on things will be different, I promise."

Paris then promised to get a tattoo to mark a "new beginning" and, "to erase all the past bulls- -t we have done to each other." The note is signed, "Paris (your bunny forever.)"

Sometimes I forget you can't see my thoughts or into my heart ... but a tear is forming at the corner of my duct. Really.

Monday, January 24, 2005

The Beauty of the Grocery Store.

We've talked about stars. We've talked about fashion. Hell, we've talked about literature. Now it's time to bring in the food.

I braved the two feet to thirty inches (can't be bothered to find out actual measurements, although I encountered snow that didn't even reach my knee and I encountered snow -- that wasn't in a mound, mind you, that was well past waist-level) and made my first trip to the grocery store this month. My, my, my.

I'll be the first to admit that I can't cook. Bake, yes, cook, no. But I've been swept up by this sudden urge to make dishes I'm not sure even exist. I've had these crazy cravings at all times in the night -- bowtie pasta with alfredo sauce and peas and shrimp!? Mexican. Anything and everything.

I stood before the pasta aisle and found bowties for 99c. I could not find canned alfredo sauce, but saw it in the fridge aisle. Too bad my meal plan kicks up again in a week. One of these days I'm going to cook myself a delish bowl of pasta.

In the meanwhile, I got myself some snacks: three Macintosh apples, two bags of Snyder's Butter Snaps pretzels (the best hard pretzels I've ever had, right alongside Rold Gold's honey mustard / cheddar cheese ones ... summer of eighth grade, that's ALL we ate, remember C?), and a tin of International Coffees in Hazelnut Belgian Cafe (I think this was the one Catherine warned me of). The coffee tasted nasty at first, but the trick is to add a teaspoon of sugar. I promise.

Oh shiz! I just missed the first forty minutes of Everwood. I'm out.

Wednesday, January 19, 2005

Please, be "Over."

I just watched Lindsay Lohan's newest video, "Over." I don't get it. What goes on in the video has little, if anything, to do with the song ... and on top of that, just what happens in the video? Does the love interest die? What in the video, pray tell, is over?!

And all the sex, sex, prancing around in undies ... ugh, remember those eight-year-olds who look up to you, Lohan!

I haven't really spoken on the "topic" of Jesse McCartney yet, but here goes. Why is he number one at! What is making him so popular? I mean, is it timing? Luck? Aaron Carter never broke MTV, nevertheless the top ten. Are they not virtual teen idol twins?

I'm just a little annoyed that Jesse has "made it," and I couldn't even tell you why. I remember way back to late 2002/early 2003 when he'd just recorded "Beautiful Soul" and when they began playing it on Radio Disney. That was two years ago and agh is all I can say. He's not supposed to be popular! Perhaps he will be a one-hit wonder?

An interesting, albeit old, article on what I like to call hookup recycling in Hollywood.

Monday, January 17, 2005

Breaking point ...

I'm disappointed and disgusted and all those other emotions that oft follow the name "Lindsay Lohan."

There is an "article" about her in The New Yorker. The New Yorker.


Saturday, January 15, 2005

My first celebrity sighting!

The other day, I was walking around SoHo trying to find Vivienne Westwood (which doesn't seem to exist, if anyone knows where it is, please share!) and I saw my first celebrity/ies: N.E.R.D.! They were with a huge entourage of hot girls and big body guards and they came out of a fancy sneaker store. Actually, they crawled out from under the gate of the fancy sneaker store, which leads me to think that the store was closed that day specifically for them. Why else would they be HERE on a cold, rainy day instead of in LA or some other warm place?

Anyway, we didn't approach them because that would be SOOO touristy! Ew! Actually I wouldn't even have noticed them if Arthur didn't point them out. I did notice that Pharrell has a nice tattoo going up his neck and the Asian guy is like super short. We didn't see the other guy. But we did semi-stalk them for a few steps until I realized we were walking in the wrong direction.

Unfortunately, the annoyance of not being able to find Vivienne Westwood and also finding out that the Yohji Yamamoto store is really bland totally cancels out the excitement of this first celebrity sighting.

Oh, also when I was in Guess I saw two blondes, one of whom looked incredibly like
Paris. Then she turned to the other blonde and started talking in another language.

Okay, I've been looking through Google images for a decent picture of his tat and I can't find one, so no picture for this post. Although, I am a bit sad because he's much hotter than I thought he was when I saw him.

Thursday, January 13, 2005

That's nice ...

... but you've got it all wrong.

The Daily News' Mr. Blackwell rates the Worst Dressed of 2004:
1. Nicollette Sheridan
2. Lindsay Lohan
3. (tie) Ashlee and
Jessica Simpson
4. Courtney Love
5. Paris Hilton
6. Serena Williams
7. Britney Spears
8. Paula Abdul
9. Meryl Streep
10. Anna Nicole Smith

Here's mine:
1. Britney Spears
2. Paris Hilton
3. Mariah Carey
4. Tara Reid
5. Anna Kournikova
6. Hilary Duff
7. Serena Williams
8. Keira Knightley
9. Lindsay Lohan
10. Scarlett Johansson

That took me forever and there are, admittedly, a lot of favorites in the mix, but oh well. Hire a better stylist this year ... my advice.

Oh no! Quite mad I didn't realize Delta Goodrem was going to be on "North Shores" tonight -- had it on (by chance -- the first time it's ever played in this room before) and heard a familiar song. Too bad I didn't pay attention to the first forty minutes of the show. Who told me her episode was going to be in March!?

And Willa Ford is taking a break from music. She leaves a gracious note for her fans. None of that I'm-bad-but-really-not-I'm-so-proud-of-my-fake-boobs-and-vagina (the vagina's real, the boobs ... not so much. Just to clarify) bitchery:
Hey guys,

I'm doing really well! I didn't mean I'm giving up on music ,its just that its been really difficult to bring it to you the way I've always wanted and promised,I'm currently focusing on a tv and film career yes but I am also looking for a new home for my music that would allow me to put out a credible record. Please understand I want it worse than any of you can possibly know, I just realize the better I do in all fields the more likely to get to the point where I can always deliver great tunes.. Its really been bumpy and it's important that we all stay positive and that I hope even without music you'll all support my shows,etc.! I wish 2005 to be the year to really make an impact and hope the same for all of you in your ventures!- really miss you all, and hope to be on that stage again soon for ya!,willa"

We always knew you were a softy inside, Willa.

Tuesday, January 11, 2005

What's happening?

So, my insignificant opinion of 24? It's very suspenseful and thrilling, but it won't keep me as a regular. It is more or less devoid of hot people, save for Debbie (Leighton Meester) and Behrooz' mother (Shohreh Aghdashloo), both of whom are guest stars. I knew I should've started watching when Elisha Cuthbert was still on the show!

I am desperately in search of this Soixante-Neuf (translation: "Sixty-Nine" or, more explicitly, "69") necklace, worn by the ever-lovely (and again, another beautiful and gorgie Aussie) Rose Byrne in an old issue of YM:

(Photo courtesy of

Does anyone know where I can find this particular necklace? Or a store that sells Soixante-Neuf? Or where I can find a necklace extremely similar to it?

I am watching the July 2003 Mandy Moore episode of Diary, and prior to it, I'd taped an episode of ET on MTV. Would you believe that not a year-and-a-half ago we were only talking about Britney and Justin? And how she'd only ever had sex with one guy, and one guy only? (Justin, of course.) How quickly things change.

Also, in that episode, talk of Reese and Ryan (who're they again?), Sarah Jessica Parker, Jen and Brad (scoff), Ashton Kutcher ... Old Hollywood, relative to the featured stars of today. Back then, Lindsay Lohan was "the girl from The Parent Trap", and Paris Hilton was, at best, the sixteen-year-old (forever sixteen and promiscuous on Page Six) who danced atop tables in New York City clubs, if she wasn't just some girl with a funny name.

An interesting quote from Lohan. Not exactly interesting in the real sense of the world, but interesting because it's coming from her. Or maybe not. You be the judge:
"I only recorded two of three songs in the studio. Everything else was done out of the studio. It will be in a car for some next album... or in a bathroom," she added.

Last, but not least, my discovery of the laundry machine as propaganda. I threw in a dish towel stained with beef stew, and upon taking it out of the washer, I noticed that chunks of carrot were still stuck onto the towel. I brought a fingernail to the surface of the mashed-up carrot and scraped it off with ease. Figuring I could easily wash it off with a little soap and a lot of hot water, I ran to the bathroom and did just that.

The washing machine is not doing its job. (Or maybe it's true that we Chinese do laundry best.) It is a waste of water, money, detergent and electricity. Jobs for all at dams, detergent warehouses, banks, water mills all across the United States. Or wherever we're importing our detergent from these days. And the entire state of California, with all its generating mills.

I guess the butt-scratching, beer-burping frat boy knows best afterall: "If it looks and smells clean, it's clean."

Sunday, January 09, 2005

Ew, no.

I just had to stop by and voice my opinion.

I just read in an old Us Weekly that "marketing expert" Linda Kaplan said that "[Lindsay Lohan] has a positive image with young girls."

I should hope not! I am very disgusted. I hope these young girls' parents see Lindsay as a terrible influence to anyone under the age of fifteen and ban their children from certain products of hers.


Teens on television

First off, Happy 27th to A.J. McLean of the Backstreet Boys! I'm really, really looking forward to "24" tonight; I've never seen the show and I'm excited. I'll probably not like it ... we'll see.

I've been noticing that more and more actual teenagers have been playing teenagers on primetime television!

Here's a list, off the top of my head:
Amanda Bynes ("What I Like About You"), Kaley Cuoco ("8 Simple Rules"), Emily van Camp ("Everwood"), most of the cast of "Seventh Heaven" (Tyler Hoechlin, David Gallagher, etc), Brittany Snow and Vanessa Lengies ("American Dreams"), Jesse McCartney ("Summerland"), much of the cast of "The Mountain" (Tara Thompson, Penn Badgley, Kaylee DeFer)

Either we, as a people, are aging faster physically, or casting directors have decided that it's more "real" to have kids portray kids. But then again, there are plenty of actors who play characters younger than they are ... the more popular shows like "The O.C." aren't helping either.

Speaking of the "The O.C.," there are reasons the second season is sucking so badly. The writing has gone somewhat downhill, don't you think? And so has the acting. The writing has become far too self-aware, making stabs at its cast members and itself too often. On top of that, the plotlines for the characters are ... uncharacteristic of these characters! The acting, by and large, has not helped the lack of quality in the writing. In particular, Adam Brody, Rachel Bilson and Mischa Barton seem to have taken their characters and run with them.

It annoys me to no end to watch Brody shrivel into a ball of egotism. And Rachel. Enough of the head-popping-faux-gangsta-accent-talk. You didn't do it last season, and it's not like Zach brought any gangsta to Orange County. Mischa Barton, to the delight of some, has sunken into the background and become somewhat rough. But apparently DJ brings da hood to the O.C., so that can be accounted for.

Thank goodness, however, that Ben McKenzie and all of the adult actors have not let the fame get to their heads. I'm just waiting, now, for "The O.C." to turn into a fireball and shoot itself off of PCH (Pacific Coast Highway) into, perhaps, "Laguna Beach."

Friday, January 07, 2005


Just days ago, I watched some E! special, which labelled Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston the fairy-tale couple all of Hollywood looked to. But what now? They've split!?

I never cared much for them as a couple, but still, the news is shocking. Brad Pitt, divorcee? Words I'd never thought I'd hear in the same sentence...

Other terrible celeb news ... I heard "Popstar in a near-fatal car accident" on Extra last night, and the pangs in my heart and mind told me it was a Carter. I feared for the worst (that it was dear, sweet Nickee), but alas, it was the uglier one. Scary nonetheless.

And I would like to retract my statement on Lindsay Lohan's breasts from last night. A picture from her new music video, "Over", says more than I could ever say myself:

(photo courtesy of


This is SO bizarro, because I ran into this picture of Paris, which made me decide to post here. And THEN I see Maxine's new posts, which I didn't know about until i signed on! Why would anyone change their shoes AND bag in the middle of the day?

Unless... *gasp!* she wore the same outfit twice! No I refuse to believe! And Maxine, those mukluks don't look so hot on her anyway =)

I'm strangely attracted to the man kiss picture below. I can't wait for Jake's new movie when he has a man kiss too!

Speaking of Jake...

WHOA!? Okay, that was mean. But this picture freaks me out. Really. I mean, his arm is like abnormally loooongggggg and she's so tiny!

Thursday, January 06, 2005

Little presents for you.

Urghhh ... one of these days, Catherine and I are going to 1) tamper with the template of our somewhat unattractive blog, and 2) figure out why our top entry isn't showing up at the TOP of the page. In the meantime, read on ...

One of our favorite sites brings a slice of incriminating evidence to the Lohan world (yet another).

As much as I'd like to say she has implants, I think those are 100% real. Weight loss. (I can't believe I've stooped to such levels as to share my opinion on this mindless matter.)

This photo's for Catherine, who, in dreams, is married to Maroon 5's Adam Levine.

Left to right: John Mayer, Adam Levine.

It's nice to know your man looks good in a skirt, isn't it?

Reading Resolution: began reading Zadie Smith's White Teeth again. Have not yet caught up to the part I last left off, sad I know. I also plan to finish John Knowles' A Separate Peace sometime today, in between cooking for myself, complaining about my school's incompetent administrative assistants and drooling over Brody.

Wednesday, January 05, 2005

Totally saw this coming ...

... yet was still a bit taken aback.

I knew it was going to happen, but did not expect it so soon:
Film star Jude Law will marry his girlfriend Sienna Miller after he proposed to her on Christmas Day, it was reported today. The 32-year-old popped the question to Sienna, 23, before they headed off with Jude’s children for a holiday to the Seychelles. A spokeswoman for the couple confirmed the engagement, and said the three youngsters were delighted. Caira Parks told The Sun: “It’s true they are engaged. Jude has bought Sienna a big cluster diamond ring. “He asked Sienna to marry him on Christmas Day. They spent Christmas together in England. “They then headed to the Indian Ocean. They have told their families the news and they’re thrilled, as are Jude’s children. They love Sienna and can’t wait for the wedding.”

Attempted to read several books before bed last night; even "The Devil Wears Prada" could not hold my attention. It looks like I'll be sticking to "Bright Lights, Big City" for now.

Tuesday, January 04, 2005

Happy New Year!

2005 is very, very welcome in this house!

My one "real" ("real" as I know it won't be happening) resolution is to read 52 books in 52 weeks (idea thanks to Sara Nelson's memoir, So Many Books, So Little Time). That is, one year. Hopefully I'll be able to catch up in these next few weeks so I can fall behind later? I'll let you know week by week how this one's going, and what I'm reading.


Drool. Steve Madden is a genius.

Not too much news on the celeb front. Great admiration for Sandra Bullock, who has donated $1 million to American Red Cross to help out in the tsunami relief efforts. I wish I could donate that much. But I shouldn't even be speaking -- I haven't donated ANYTHING. Yet.

Funny pic, not quite funny enough, but it's all I have to offer, OKAY!? Everyone's been on holiday!!!

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Can you say She-Man?