She could have chosen to speak out about the dangers of untreated mental illness that morphs into drug and alcohol addiction. Instead she made make some crazy-ass postmodern statement about fame. Sigh.
She could have chosen to speak out about the dangers of untreated mental illness that morphs into drug and alcohol addiction. Instead she made make some crazy-ass postmodern statement about fame. Sigh.
It takes effect in Jan. 2013. Why the wait?
This isn't news. (Didn't mean to sound bitchy. Just fed up a lil with Snooks, and the whole crew, really.)
Yes, Paz. Amy's troubles had nothing at all to do with her bipolar disorder, it was all those drunken strolls the paps captured for posterity.
I must be naive to think something so outrageous could ever happen in this day and age, and so publicly. I was wrong. Case in point: [nyti.ms]
Thank you. I'm still reeling even though we saw the signs for years.
Yes! And the ballet flats and the late-night tuna runs and the tear-stained face and the blood smudges...
Buh-duh-duh-bop-bop-BOOGER. Am I right?
These people can make a deal yet two gay people in love can only marry in 6 American states. On a federal level, it may take another 10 years, maybe more. Grr.
Exactly — the point is that junk food is a once-in-a-while treat. Unfortunately, there are people of all races, classes and creeds who think Entenmann's for breakfast and McDonald's for dinner is OK.
Who recalls their high school boyfriend on the eve of their wedding? She's 29, not 19.
I kept thinking about abortion too! I read the infanticide entry in Wikipedia and got to the part about population control and thought, Thank god we developed abortion, or this would happen a lot more often. I know that kind of implies that abortion is murder, but I don't think that — it is an end, an end to a life…
Ha! Brills. Seriously though, this girl had an entire imaginary world going before she killed her daughter and stole money from her friend. If she's not medicated, something tells me she's going to end up in a mental facility.
I'm convinced my decades-long Diet Coke habit is going to result in a ginormous tumor 30 years from now. Just wait. We're all fucked.
My cat's name is Henry Hill. Like his namesake, he is a gangster.
I knew it. Vindication.
Leah Remini, weren't you leaving?
Friendster gives you a "Login With Facebook" option. Yeah.
Must have felt like an oven.