Saturday, December 22, 2012

The Weekly Fluff

Tis the Saturday before Christmas and most of you are out, doing late shopping, no doubt. I'll soon be joining you on The Last Spree to find a few gifts for not you, but for me. Before I go into the People Swarm, I'm hoping to bundle-up so I may stay warm. A jacket here, a scarf there, leggings too with ski underwear. Okay. I'll stop. Had to get that Rhyming Thing out of my head before moving onward to cheer your day with worthless information about our fav Public Figures/Celebrities. So here we go into the Vapid Zone of gossip. Ready?

LeAnn Rimes is still crazy and upstaged a sweet little 13 year-old contestant on the X-Factor earlier this week. Boo Hiss. If one didn't like LeAnn before now, then she's certainly done it BIG this time by out-warbling An Innocent as if she were Brandi Gland-vile (or whatever her name is) trying to get Eddie Cibrian back. Oh, The Horror Of It All! More Twitter Wars ahead? And, was she or wasn't she "drunk" that night? Only her microphone knows for sure.

Katie Holmes is all over NYC for Pap Shots this week as she either attempts to plug her gig in a Broadway Play or else, according to the tabs, she's trying to upstage dearest Tommy Cruisey who is also in town to save his diasterous film, Jack Reacher, from becoming a bigger bomb than has been predicted. OR, if Star Magazine is to be believed (hahahaha), Katie and Tommy have been having post-divorce slumber parties with each other because – gasp – Katie met with him and suddenly felt all "emotional." You be the judge.

Still no sightings of Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt together for months now. Hmmmmm. You all know what that means, right? That's right, someone's getting "work" done or they hate each other – or both. OR, they're too busy planning The Wedding that may never happen – so sez Cynical Commentators on Message Boards. BUT, Jennifer Aniston's womb is STILL the focus of Paps. She has a "little weight" going on around that area, so what else could it be? Too much sushi?

Lindsay Low-Hand wouldn't kiss Charlie Sheen's denture-riddled sewer of a mouth if you paid her $100,000. Oh wait! But, he DID give her that sum for "a project" recently. Maybe she didn't have to kiss his mouth. Or so "they" imply. Nevertheless, Poor-Me Lindsay is all askew over not having enough money (if any money at all) to see a Top-Tier Psychiatrist for her problems so that she can get out of an impending jail sentence in January. Tsk. Won't a Middle-Tier one do? They all give out the same meds.

All of the men in Hollywood look the same with their scruffy stubbles. Who can tell them apart? Why is this hairy thing on the face such a trend? Sexy or In Need Of A Bath? I say the latter…for most of them.

Need I remind everyone that Ashton Kutcher's Xmas gift to Demi Moore is a pile of Divorce Papers? That stings. Guess Demi wouldn't file after a year, so Ashton took control and will ensure that Demi has The Worst Holiday Season Evah! Wonder what she did or didn't do to make him act so very smarmy. Apparently her daughters don't like her again, so she's going to be All Alone! Do we weep for her or bring our the verbal knives?

Taylor Swift is reportedly buying a home in London to be near her latest crush, Harry Styles. Keep dating and buying homes near your boyfriends, Taylor, and soon you'll be able to trump Trump on real estate acquisitions. Smart or just stalkerish? Yikes!

More celebrity women in bikinis. More celebrity men wearing towels. Yawn.

Again, I'm all fluffed-out for the day, so I'll take my leave for now. It's the weekend, after all, and that means no boots on the roof or plumbers ripping-out old rusty pipes that look like they are part of the Titanic's debris. No noise. Whew! Have a wonderful whatever!

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