confession

I think I have detoxed from celebrity gossip. I haven't read Perez Hilton, The Superficial, or Pink is the New Blog, I haven't purchased an US Weekly and haven't really more than skimmed People magazine in the grocery aisle, nor have I watched E! News or an entire True Hollywood Story in...weeks, probably over a month.

I don't know if La-Lohan and Samantha Ronson are still lesbians together. Does Britney still have custody of the kids? I haven't a clue. I think I heard something about her buying Sean Preston cigarettes? The only thing I know is that Brad and Angelina's baby pictures sold for $14 million dollars, and this when the economy is totally busted. This further supports the theory that George Bush and the entire Republican party are most likely responsible for the rise of celebrity worship in our country. Britney and Linsday are on the GOP payroll, just to make sure no one is paying attention to any real news.

Am I having withdrawl? Not really. Side effects? I have a hard time making small talk with people, I have no useless gossip to share. Shhh...don't tell anyone. It will be our secret.

***Disclaimer: I had to go to Perez Hilton to find this picture, so I've fallen off the wagon. Just a little bit. It didn't count. I feel like an alcoholic who thinks they can have a drink now and then socially. Regardless, I read that there was a shooting at Jermaine Dupri and Diddy's (Sean Combs, whatever) party here in Atlanta last week. Seriously? Did they pay the shooter to attend the party so it would seem more gangsta? (No one was injured in the shooting, so I feel justified in this totally tacky statement.) Oh, and if you're interested, Lindsay and Samantha Ronson are still totally hitting it. The end.