In a move that only Kim Kardashian could appreciate, Sinead O’Connor has reclaimed her husband, or rather, her husband has reclaimed her. After the couple wed way back in early December and called it off after an entire few weeks, the sex-and-love fest is back on again. Initially, Sinead claimed that the marriage just wasn’t working because there was too much pressure from outside sources on the marriage. Then, a few days later, Sinead claimed that she liked drugs way too much and with her husband being a drug counselor, she didn’t want to jeopardize his job. Thoughtful, right? Naturally, a whole other slew of personal things that should never have come to light eventually did (over that long six-day period) and just when we thought we were going to hear the end of Sinead O’Connor and her bristly vadge, she drops a bomb in telling us that the love between she and her husband isn’t dead, folks.
Alas, things have magically changed, and Sinead and her man are back to sacking it up (but just as “boyfriend and girlfriend,” because heaven forbid they “rush things”), and they’ve gone from marital demise to once again enjoying the carnal pleasures of one another’s bodies in dark, cave-like spaces. Presumably with lots and lots and lots of oral sex.
I’m sorry. I’ve just got to stop right here. I honestly don’t have enough bandwidth or whatever in my head to host “Oh my, now that whole mess is just too gross to fathom” and “What the f-ck is wrong with this lady?”
Who’s with me?
I’m with ya. I don’t need a public “airing” of her”dirty laundry” (yyyyechh!).
And I think she did a lot of cutting off her nose despite her face. Not atypical of modern gals who are stuck between wanting traditional love and being all ultra hipster with their politics (personal and otherwise) and what have you. This results in them only getting emasculated men to hang onto in the long term. The ones who won’t take their sh*t get pushed aside. Until, and unless, they wake the heck up and get with what’s real. So, y’know, she’s sort of in the middle of that whole process.
And, her being Irish Catholic (ex?) and all, probably adds another entire dimension to her mindscape (being Irish Catholic, I can dig where she’s coming from here…).
Me get queasy from baby-talk and tmi…me go throw up in potty now.
@ blasted…..move over!!