Us Weekly reports that -- wait for it, wait for it -- Levi Johnston and Bristol Palin are engaged. Again!
Bristol and Levi, 20 — who famously called off their previous engagement two weeks after welcoming son Tripp in December 2008 — tell Us Weekly they reconnected three months ago while working out a custody plan for their 18-month-old son.
“I really thought we were over,” Levi tells Us Weekly. “So when I went, I had no hope. I think we both just started talking — and then we took Tripp for a walk.”
Says Bristol, “When he left that night, we didn’t hug or kiss, but I was thinking how different it was. He texted me: ‘I miss you. I love you. I want to be with you again’ … I was in shock.”
And it's funny, too, since Levi just released a statement as to how "sorry" he was to Sarah Palin and family for his prior indiscretions. Good timing, Lee. Good-assed timing. But not a good-assed reveal, because I'm gathering from the interview that the couple spoke to Us before they let Sarah know:
Says Bristol, “It is intimidating and scary just to think about what her reaction is going to be. Hopefully she will jump on board.”
Oh, snap, Bristol. Looks like you're gonna be cut out of the political suicide family inheritance this time. No, but really. These two are just kids. Kids! We can expect that they've made mistakes in their past (I'm lookin' at you Mr. Playgirl Playmate), and I'm sure they're trying to rectify whatever personal damage was done between the two of them (and Sarah Palin ... and the media ... and the eyes that saw Levi Johnston's johnson), so I really think we should back off these guys, give them a little room and see what they can do. They just better remember that they're not the only ones at stake, here: there's an adorable little baby involved, too, and that child doesn't need the drama that having kids at a very young age can stir up.
What do you guys think? Will this little family be left alone, or do you think that Palin's supporters are going to try and sabotage this reunion at any cost? />Us Weekly reports that -- wait for it, wait for it -- Levi Johnston and Bristol Palin are engaged. Again!
Bristol and Levi, 20 — who famously called off their previous engagement two weeks after welcoming son Tripp in December 2008 — tell Us Weekly they reconnected three months ago while working out a custody plan for their 18-month-old son.
“I really thought we were over,” Levi tells Us Weekly. “So when I went, I had no hope. I think we both just started talking — and then we took...
Best. Lede. Ever.
Not gonna try to top it.
So long, Faci Montage, Rager Pratt, Cokeface McGee, Other Cokeface McGee, Mutilated Ceiling Eyes, Choady Jenner, Justin Bobby Mumblehead and Blow Notworth. Have fun attempting to use cocaine and alcohol to fill the giant hole that not being on TV anymore will leave in your already-tenuous self-esteem. Catch ya on Celebrity Rehab! (No, actually I won't, because I am fundamentally opposed to that show in so many ways.) ...
And I've got a myriad of photos to prove it!
Well, OK. No, not every celebrity known to man, but a bunch that allowed themselves to be photographed. I mean, it is New York City after all, right?
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“[When] other actresses who aren’t thought of, maybe, as being quite as attractive do full-frontal, they’re called brave. Nobody has ever said, ‘Eva, you’re so brave for doing full-frontal nudity.’ Just because I’m attractive doesn’t mean it’s not still scary. Why am I not brave?”
Eva Mendes in a recent interview with Allure magazine on exposing her lady bits for the sake of thee-ah-tah. Or crap movies, dealer's choice.
I, you know, knew that Kim Kardashian had a new boy-toy since getting dumped bybreaking up with Reggie Bush, but because she's kind of really not on my radar at all, I didn't really pay attention to who the lucky dude was.
However. HOWEVER. I came across these photos today of Kim and new boyfriend, Miles Austin, and I have one thing to say: Yummy! Miles Austin, huh? I guess the new fad these days reverts back to high school behavior -- trying to date the hottest football players, like, ever, right?
I can't begrudge her, though. She's smokin' hot, and he is, too, so they're clearly a match made in heaven, at least according to Hollywood standards. Right? Right.
PS - Blue looks good on you, girl. Just not as good as I bet this guy does, knowwhatImeanknowwhatImean?
[gallery] />I, you know, knew that Kim Kardashian had a new boy-toy since getting dumped by breaking up with Reggie Bush, but because she's kind of really not on my radar at all, I didn't really pay attention to who the lucky dude was.
However. HOWEVER. I came across these photos today of Kim and new boyfriend, Miles Austin, and I have one thing to say: Yummy! Miles Austin, huh? I guess the new fad these days reverts back to high school behavior -- trying to date the hottest football players, like, ever...
But I heard she thinks I'm Santa Claus in a really good disguise, so her perception might be a bit, oh, skewed.
Goldberg spoke out in support of Gibson on a recent episode of The View, and claimed that Gibson had spent time in her home, and because of that, she'd know if he was a racially-motivated slimeball:
"I know Mel, and I know he's not a racist," Goldberg said. "He may be a bonehead ... I can't sit and say that he's a racist, having spent time with him in my house with my kids."
I mean, Whoopi, who is clearly African-American, speaking out on Mel's behalf says a lot in more than just one way, but Joy Behar (a woman I generally don't agree with much) claims otherwise. On the same episode, Behar blasted Gibson for his remarks stemming from a 2006 DUI arrest:
"Give me a break, you're an anti-Semite, you're a misogynist, and you're a racist!"
So. Who are you siding with? A black woman who's spent periods of personal time with the disgraced Patriot actor, or a sometimes-annoying, but outspoken woman that's regrettably often right more than she's not?
Should we even be debating this? What's been said has been said, and there's no "unsaying" it. I mean, it's not as if he called people "poopyheads," or "dumb morons" or something. />But I heard she thinks I'm Santa Claus in a really good disguise, so her perception might be a bit, oh, skewed.
Goldberg spoke out in support of Gibson on a recent episode of The View, and claimed that Gibson had spent time in her home, and because of that, she'd know if he was a racially-motivated slimeball:
"I know Mel, and I know he's not a racist," Goldberg said. "He may be a bonehead ... I can't sit and say that he's a racist, having spent time with him in my house with my kids."
I mean, ...
Orlando Bloom already had one degree from the Guildhall School of Music and Drama, but he missed his graduation because he was off being a beautiful elf in Lord of the Rings. Luckily, he got a second chance - plus a brand new degree.
He was given an honorary degree from the University of Kent yesterday, and he got to graduate alongside 340 other alumni at Canterbury Cathedral. He was also pretty pumped about it:
"It's a really big deal. It's an exciting day for me. I'm really honored to be back in my hometown. I have so many amazing memories of the cathedral and Canterbury. I have lived near the university so it's like my playground. It's a huge, huge honor and I feel chuffed, as does my mother -- nobody more than my mother."
Orlando was cheered on by his parents, his sister, and his fiance.
On a side note, how cute is his little graduation outfit? Mine was nowhere near as adorable as that. His jaunty little cap is just too much, I love it! />Orlando Bloom already had one degree from the Guildhall School of Music and Drama, but he missed his graduation because he was off being a beautiful elf in Lord of the Rings. Luckily, he got a second chance - plus a brand new degree.
He was given an honorary degree from the University of Kent yesterday, and he got to graduate alongside 340 other alumni at Canterbury Cathedral. He was also pretty pumped about it:
"It's a really big deal. It's an exciting day for me. I'm really honored to be...
Terius "The-Dream" Nash, musical producer best known for working with Mariah Carey, Beyonce and Rihanna, has issued a statement that he and wife, Christina Milian, are splitting up.
The-Dream was photographed this past weekend frolicking in the waves (See? Fucking everyone is going on some tropical vacation. Get some!), in a rather provocative position with his personal assistant, Melissa Santiago. A position that, you know, isn't exactly appropriate for a personal assistant to be in, unless, of course, they're boning. Which they oh-so-clearly are. Like, right now.
The-Dream's released statement to Us Weekly claims:
"[Nash] is saddened to announce that his marriage to Christina Milian was unsuccessful. The couple reached this decision in late 2009, but decided to keep the news private in efforts to protect their baby daughter Violet."
Though the pair had decided that they were going to split back in '09 (at least according to Nash), Christina took to her Twitter account yesterday to voice her disapproval at what The-Dream was doing in the ocean with his assistant:
""Whatever you think...believe it."
And the ever-encompassing:
"Ugh."
She also tweeted to one of her followers that she'd "officially" lost her appetite.
I'd lose my appetite, too. Even if, you know, I did marry someone who referred to himself as "The-Dream," (complete with unnecessary hyphen) and kind of knew that something like this would happen eventually -- 'cause, you know, "dreams" can turn rather wet when you least expect them to -- and with the person you least expect, as well. />Terius "The-Dream" Nash, musical producer best known for working with Mariah Carey, Beyonce and Rihanna, has issued a statement that he and wife, Christina Milian, are splitting up.
The-Dream was photographed this past weekend frolicking in the waves (See? Fucking everyone is going on some tropical vacation. Get some!), in a rather provocative position with his personal assistant, Melissa Santiago. A position that, you know, isn't exactly appropriate for a personal assistant to be in, unless, of course, they're boning. Which they oh-so-clearly are. Like, right now.
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Owner of the Yankees baseball team, George Steinbrenner, passed away this morning at the age of 80. Steinbrenner suffered a massive heart attack at home in Tampa, Florida, and passed away shortly thereafter.
Steinbrenner was probably the most notable Yankees owner, like, ever, in that he held seven World Championship teams and eleven pennant winners. He was also famed for putting all of the team profits back into his team, instead of putting the profits back into his pocket, though he faced a lot of scrutiny for the outrageous Yanee player payroll.
Current Yankee shortstop Derek Jeter recently said of Steinbrenner:
"He's arguably the most recognized owner in all of sports."
And he was right. I never followed the Yankees, much less baseball (at least since cutie Darren Daulton played for the Phillies back in the nineties -- my grandma had a huge crush on him, and by virtue, I did, too), but I always knew who he was because of George Costanza's constant referrals to -- and employment by -- the team owner on Seinfeld.
RIP, George, and have a ball managing the all-star team up in the sky. />Owner of the Yankees baseball team, George Steinbrenner, passed away this morning at the age of 80. Steinbrenner suffered a massive heart attack at home in Tampa, Florida, and passed away shortly thereafter.
Steinbrenner was probably the most notable Yankees owner, like, ever, in that he held seven World Championship teams and eleven pennant winners. He was also famed for putting all of the team profits back into his team, instead of putting the profits back into his pocket, though he faced...
Have any of you ever read Zane Grey's The Reef Girl? It's a great book. And when I found out that Carrie Underwood and her new husband, Mike Fisher, were honeymooning in Tahiti, The Reef Girl was one of the first things I thought of -- that book, and "Holy fuck, Carrie Underwood got married? Already?"
The two were photographed in Tahiti late yesterday, sipping coconut-looking drinks and frolicking in the azure blue waves. I need a vacation. Like, stat. And looking at these photos only heightens the yearning.
Anyway, congratulations to Carrie and Mike! I really think these crazy kids are gonna make it! And if not, then hell. I'll have won the bet. Just keep away from Faaone, Mike. Keep away.
[gallery] />Have any of you ever read Zane Grey's The Reef Girl? It's a great book. And when I found out that Carrie Underwood and her new husband, Mike Fisher, were honeymooning in Tahiti, The Reef Girl was one of the first things I thought of -- that book, and "Holy fuck, Carrie Underwood got married? Already?"
The two were photographed in Tahiti late yesterday, sipping coconut-looking drinks and frolicking in the azure blue waves. I need a vacation. Like, stat. And looking at these photos only heightens the yearning.
Anyway, congratulations to Carrie and Mike! I really ...
Remember when Brad Pitt starred in Legends of the Fall? God, that was a great movie. Definitely one of my all-time favorites. He was so stinking hot, with his sun-kissed skin, his bleached-out hair, and his flashing blue eyes. I was totally, totally in love. I even had the movie posters in my bedroom, back when it was appropriate to still hang posters in my bedroom. I think if I hung huge photos in my bedroom these days, I might get some pretty strange looks, but I wouldn't care. I'd have a life-sized cut out of Adrien Brody, like, stapled to my ceiling, and we'd have long, in-depth conversations every night. You know, if I were eleven again.
Anyway. It's apparent that Angelina has, indeed, sucked up the majority of Pitt's lifeblood, because yes, while he looks much better without the pube farm he had growing on his face for awhile, he still doesn't look amazing. And I'm not saying that because he's gotten older -- he just doesn't look well. Still hot, still totally bankable, but there's something different there, and I think I know what it is: look very, very closely underneath Brad's exposed dimple ... I think I see vampire fang scars. Lifeblood. Angelina. Succubus. />Remember when Brad Pitt starred in Legends of the Fall? God, that was a great movie. Definitely one of my all-time favorites. He was so stinking hot, with his sun-kissed skin, his bleached-out hair, and his flashing blue eyes. I was totally, totally in love. I even had the movie posters in my bedroom, back when it was appropriate to still hang posters in my bedroom. I think if I hung huge photos in my bedroom these days, I might get some pretty strange looks, but I wouldn't care. I'd have a...
Best. Lede. Ever.
Not gonna try to top it.
So long, Faci Montage, Rager Pratt, Cokeface McGee, Other Cokeface McGee, Mutilated Ceiling Eyes, Choady Jenner, Justin Bobby Mumblehead and Blow Notworth. Have fun attempting to use cocaine and alcohol to fill the giant hole that not being on TV anymore will leave in your already-tenuous self-esteem. Catch ya on Celebrity Rehab! (No, actually I won't, because I am fundamentally opposed to that show in so many ways.) ...
