Dear Gossips,
Seem to have caught myself a proper London cold from getting drenched in several sudden downpours stupidly without an umbrella. Am almost British I think. Love it.
Thanks again for your understanding yesterday during a mad rush day in Paris shooting footage for eTalk. I did NOT get to go to Collette. Am hurting.
Still… it was a good day to skip. The day Hollywood Ebola walked free looking flushed and actually rather lovely and definitely not emaciated which brings to mind all those “inside source” reports on TMZ during her incarceration. “She’s not eating, she’s truly suffering, she won’t touch her food”. Something stinks about that situation, non?
Because if you ask me, she looked pretty un-starved in every photo from every angle I saw as she catwalked her way out of the slammer. But then again, as the NY Post printed today, food was being delivered to her straight from the prison guards who for the duration of her stay turned into her snack and beauty bitches, filling her orders and personally delivering her food.
But then again, can you fault her for that? Can you fault her for going back to the tried and true? For putting her legs up and spreading the black hole in exchange for some prison pampering? Good on her for not letting jail time take away her greatest gift. That festering virus sells sex like nobody else…though for this week at least Us Weekly ain’t buying.
Love Janice Min.
A ban on Paris Hilton stories in this week's magazine citing “Paris fatigue” as the reason, going so far as to say “that in many ways her time with US Weekly has moved on."
Hollywood Ebola no longer good enough for Us Weekly? There is a Goddess.
And Pipsqueak Justin Timberlake is still a farking wanker.
“Do you want me to juggle too???” Said to a child fan who had the temerity – can you imagine!!! – to ask for a photo. Because the heavens conspired to make him a star. Because he is who he is on talent alone. Because his musical gifts have saved the world as we know it. Because all of this entitles him to negate those without whom he’d be nothing.
Right.
And you wonder why I call him an ungrateful little prick whose balls never dropped? Pipsqueak forever. Pipsqueak for always.
Wednesday – again my apologies for yesterday’s lacking column. Will try to make it up to you today with a brand new giveaway. Need new shades?
Blogging from London all day…check back often.
Yours in gossip,
Lainey
PS. Don't forget to check out Duana's guest post from yesterday. Scroll down.