In NYC last night for a screening of Volver.
No word on whether or not she’s attending the wedding that could have been hers but I’m hoping she’ll offer a pass. I’m also hoping she’ll start distancing herself from the word of the Hubbard – nearly three years after their split, she still seems to sing scientological praises whenever she’s asked, indicative of the true lasting power of the Church’s implant – perhaps even more lethal than the time triggered bomb used so expertly in MI:3, which pretty much means that Katie’s in it for at least a decade.
And in light of such revelations, I guess it means that Pene got off lucky. Pene still has time. Pene still has prospects. Pene was smart enough to leave that greasy oil spill Matthew McConaughey before the inner creep imploded. Pene, thank Goddess, was not blind enough to date that trifling bore of an actor Three Whiskers Bloom even though amateur gossips believed otherwise.
Pene, we hope, will have the good sense to leave the bearding days behind…
After all, wouldn’t you love to see who she is?
PS. Yes… I KNOW Pene means peepee. And I like calling her that anyway.