Famous Person Crush of the Moment

I’ve decided that this (waves hands around at everything) and anything else generally related to Being An Adult just plain old sucks. In order to ward off a Beverly Hills 90210 marathon and excessive M&M consumption, which are my usual means of wallowing in self-pity, I am directing my energies elsewhere. For the next hour, I am going to devote myself entirely to an activity that consumed my late teen years. It is an activity that in no way, shape or form can be termed “constructive” or “adult.” I am going to…

…wait for it…

check out pictures of Hottie Hot Celebrity Men on the interwebs. Mainly one man, my Current Celebrity Crush, Michael Rosenbaum. Everything always looks a little better with a side of Lex Luthor. Yummy.

I feel better already.

Do not forget…

Tonight’s the night, folks:

90210!

My inner teen is jumping up and down in glee.

But after the fiasco that was last night’s episode of Gossip Girl, it had better include:
1. A suitable Brenda-clone.

2. An overload of Eye Candy, preferably without shirts.

3. Headbands. And not the good Blair Waldorf kind.

4. Eye Candy. Maybe in Speedos.

5. Snarky dialog delivered in thinly veiled mockery of The Hills.

6. Eye Candy. Nude.

Updated post-90210 viewing to say: There was no redeeming that show. None. Not even with a Dirty Old Grandma Who Likes the Gin. Love her! Almost as much as I love Brenda! But even Brenda couldn’t bring this back to life. And how about when they showed a guy with a popped collar? Three times! And Kelly Taylor has a Love Child. Or at least a kid without a Present Daddy. My world is shattered.

Oh My God No: But he’s shorter than you…

So it seems US Weekly cracked the Katie Code. She’s wearing her loony bin husband’s jeans. And they need to be rolled up. Uh huh. Sure.

Oh God No: The Rolled Jeans Saga Continues

Minds greater than my own are addressing Katie Holmes’ love affair with pegged jeans. Personally, I just want the pain to end.

Oh God No: It’s Spreading.

This is a sign that the apocalypse is coming, right? Why are we rolling jeans again? Whyyyyyeeeeeeeee?

Please, no.

OHMYHOLYGOD. When did rolling your jeans become socially acceptable again? Thanks for giving me another reason to hate you, Katie Holmes.

What’s in a name? A few random news links

I really don’t understand what types of drugs people must be on when they decide to name their child Talula Does The Hula From Hawaii. Or what about Sex Fruit? And naive little me thought Pilot Inspector was bad. And speaking of names, it appears 50 Cent doesn’t want to change his, even if Taco Bell wants him to.

My Internal Giggle for the Day

While I was out and about trying to get a few of my moving related To Dos done, I stopped by Blockbuster. Britney Spears’ shining beacon of Acting Greatness (more commonly referred to as That Stinking Piece of Crap, Crossroads) was in the Drama section. I thought it was a Comedy. Especially because when I rented it, I laughed so hard I almost peed my pants. My bad.

Time to Kill

Britney Spears: 9,880,000
Britney Spears nudie: 2,630,000
Britney Spears nekkid: 42,100
Britney Spears birthday suit: 889,000
Britney Spears nekkid pics: 33,600151,000
Britney Spears shaking her money maker: 276,000
Britney Spears al naturel: 81,600
Britney Spears sans clothing: 177,000
Britney Spears easter bunny: 274,000
Britney Spears Kfed easter bunny: 18,200
Britney Spears obsessed adoration: 19,000

Celebrity in need of a stylist, and other celebrity links

It appears Scarlett Johannson has a fungus growing out of her head.

Tow things about Anna Nicole Smith… First, I feel kind of bad that her sone died. Second, she looks scary.

Undies, Lindsey. Undies.