Yep, it looked like a lovely event, all around, and here’s to Friday weddings!

I normally avoid the Daily Mail but their website is my downfall/guilty pleasure when it comes to coverage of important (to me) events. Their photo spreads are the best, bar none, and Geri Halliwell’s wedding was no exception. Here she is with Emma Bunton.

It is gorgeous! What do you all think is the difference between getting married at 19 and maybe getting married at, say, 24? It doesn’t seem like a big difference in years. Just curious really!

No, north, but still coastal CA. I was born here. I love it here. And I don’t really want to leave my life, but man. I’m single, make about $80k, but even rent is a fucking stretch. Sorry to be a privileged whiner, but I’m tired and discouraged.

A couple of weeks ago I came here to talk about my cat who was dying of cancer. He died in my arms this morning at the vet. My heart is broken. Here is his picture, I hope. I’ve never tried to upload a picture. Anyway, his name was Fresca, he was almost 16, and I loved him so much.

Family drama between 4 adult siblings whose parents own an inn in the Florida Keys. Basically they all reunite and then there are secrets. It gets DARK but is so good. Plus Coach Taylor from Friday Night Lights is in it and is a badass.

I have a weird peach colored hair that grows in the middle of my forehead. It suddenly gets long and I pluck it out. Then it comes back. There is no other hair on my forehead except for this one.

I’m loving Geri’s wedding gown, too. Quite elegant, from all angles.

Married at 19 divorced at 21 twinsies!

Yeah I thought Geri looked gorgeous too. I’ve gone through various episodes of feeling sad that I didn’t get married until I was 37 (because I am vain, and unreasonable, and drunk when having these feelings), but actually it’s good because I’m really glad that I held out for the guy I did.

I got married at 19 and made it until 39. I deserve a fucking medal.

She really should have done the decent Republican thing and just inherited all her money.

I used to work for the tabloids, so it’s not a question of if I have a story, but which one I tell the Jezzies.
There was the time Dave Navaro refused to be interviewed unless I gave him a blow-job. He had just married Carmen Electra.
There was the time on a red carpet that a very drunk Gary Busey asked me how, a…

made a burner account cos i had to tell this story:

a couple of years ago, a friend and i were WASTED at a bar for some coworker of hers’ birthday party. i didn’t know the person whose party it was (like i said, we were hammered), but we did manage to enough to notice kanye west and jay z among the attendees. the…

I went to see a screening of the second Boondock Saints film (for all its deep and obvious flaws, I have an abiding fondness for the original, entirely because of the gorgeous men and all the homoeroticism) that included a panel discussion with Troy Duffy and a few of the actors afterward. The move was so awful I…

I really want to know, though

Oh... oh no.

Oh the cringyness. Background: We were in negotiations for a 3some. Me, who is a woman, with him the main lover, plus another man. I had the man picked out and the plan was to warm him up to the idea and then have the main lover over. So I typed, to my current lover: “He is adorable. I can’t wait to have you both…

This isn’t exactly ‘grim’ but basically this is what hubby and I text each other every day when we’re in different parts of the house:

Hmm. What kind of cereal?