Wasn't she supposedly wearing some kind of monitoring bracelet?
I know people who continue to drink and drive even with a court-ordered breathalyzer in their cars. Well, I obviously don't associate with them anymore, so the dudes could be back in the pokey for all I know.
I'm running out of coffee. This isn't good. This isn't good at
all.
Ah, I did miss that. It's so hard to keep up with these hard-partying starlets!
We just need to force them to all wear GPS-bracelets, and then we can track them on Google Maps in real-time.
Maybe with little icons that change color depending on how inebriated they are. And flash different colors if they drive drunk, get arrested or get into an accident.
Let us now praise editors
Wrod. Working with Deena on my story was not quite as soul-gouging as I expected. She had good points, she saw writing habits I have that don't necessarily need encouraged, and when we disagreed we were able to come up with workable solutions.
But working with an editor on something book length must be an almost uncomfortably intimate thing.
Haven't you been keeping up, Dana? This item ran in the NYP last week
See, now I wanna know who the couple in the second item in that, is, the "hollywood star" and his "hardbodied" wife who are both secretly TEH GAY
I've also worked with writers who have reacted to my gentle suggestion that one of their precious, ungrammatical commas might perhaps be removed as if I'd insisted that Maria Callas perform "Yummy, Yummy, Yummy" as the final aria in Bellini's "Norma."
Snerk
Not that there's anything wrong with "Yummy, Yummy, Yummy."
I
loved
that song as a young child. But it wasn't until I read Hec's bubblegum pop book that I realized it was about oral sex.
See, now I wanna know who the couple in the second item in that, is, the "hollywood star" and his "hardbodied" wife who are both secretly TEH GAY
On Gawker the majority of guesses are saying that it's Will and Jada.
See, now I wanna know who the couple in the second item in that, is, the "hollywood star" and his "hardbodied" wife who are both secretly TEH GAY
Gawker ran a piece on this. ISTR Will Smith and his wife.
I had a minor meltdown yesterday when my publicist told me that she's scheduling radio interviews and I need to have a landline because cells sound like ass.
I don't have a landline. And i have an open office plan with a technical staff that are like toddlers, so I can't have a private phone conversation.
I was like, "oh well, no radio! sorry!"