Monday, March 29, 2010
With the tragic. I can't enough of the sad sack. I have recently become obsessed with Wolfman, aka Peter Wolfe, a friend of Pete Doherty (who could only be sooooooooooo cute if he could clean up his act...but then he wouldn't be interesting, so really, don't). They both got arrested recently for accidentally killing a friend with heroin...a girl...a rich girl, who wanted to slum it up in their heroin world. Those two, really are wrapped in crime tape in my mind, or they have signs like you're in a construction zone...enter at your own risk.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
When something horrible happens like Corey Haim dies, or Casey Johnson, I always think about the people who SHOULD have died instead. For Haim, the first on the list is easy: Feldman. I'd take a Scott Baio death or even Leif Garrett...Gary Coleman...just not Haim. For Johnson I'd wouldn't mind trading her death for the horrible Brittney Gastineau, or Kim Kardashian, any of the Hiltons (obviously), that Kieselstein-Cord or Dori Cooperman.
Friday, March 5, 2010
For some reason I was just thinking about the time in high school I went to a party at Brooke's house and it was super lame, all they had was WINE COOLERS, and I mean, who can get drunk off that shit? So in my quest to get a buzz that skinny fuck, Dan Locatelli convinced me I should try some, "Chew." I just remember saying, "Should I be sweating?" and then eating a whole bag of M&Ms in an attempt to even out my system.