If I've said it once, I've said it at least a million times. OK, maybe 3 or 4. If you don't want your employees publicly talking about you, get them to sign a confidentiality agreement. They will always talk about you behind your back and say nasty things that bloggers report to the rest of the world. In this episode of celebrity stupidity, Lindsay didn't get one and so it is bringing her down along with Nicole Richie.
Latest on Paris. (including her fear of toilets, which in case you are curious is CORPOROPHOBIA. It actually looks like fear of dead people, but that is the exclusive domain of Haley Joel Osment. I know I know. He says he sees them, but he was scared at first too, especially when they were roaming around the apartment at night, and he was in his tent huddled and scared. Huh. I bet Paris is doing the same thing in a way. ) Here is a quote from Sheriff Baca which validates what I was saying yesterday about suicide watch. Baca said Paris would be under close scrutiny so "there isn't anything harmful done to herself by herself, which is a great concern to me."
Photos of Julia Roberts looking VERY pregnant and ready to give birth.
Interview with Angelina Jolie. Pretty long which is good for a Sunday when you have nothing to do. I don't have anything to do either. I'm thinking about cleaning but I don't like to clean when it's a nice day. Actually I don't like cleaning when it's raining either. The beach is a possibility, but my skin is whiter than Nicole Kidman's and with my corpulence and extreme body hair, I get too many stares to have much fun. Also, after you have heard the fourth "that guy really does look like a whale" conversation from people you pass it gets old. So, what I'll probably do is to eat the three dozen Krispy Kreme donuts I bought this morning and wonder silently how come they are never available as a pizza topping. Life would be much easier if they were.
