Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Josh and Fergie were my favorites

It takes a strong woman to carry forth with all that betrayal on her arm. How could Josh not have known that Fergie's big debut as a movie seductress was about to occur? A-list cast, all her talents forever cemented on the big screen...and a fall from grace redeemed only by their willingness to walk-it-out in the public's eye.

I still think he's a toad, and a monotone one at that, but the dramatic elements of "can hearts ever be truly mended"? A new twist on sensation, catered with devotion by the tabloids. She has an edge of course, being strict Roman Catholic. Well, if you conveniently ignore the bi-sexuality, which romantic and all-inclusive as it is, doesn't really flow so well with the Church.

We'll see if God really is kind and loving after this, for sure. It was the eye-contact that was still too skirting to convince me that Josh wasn't just arm-candy until the whole ordeal was over. Do publicists actually recommend vow renewals these days? Hire a new one.

Fergie, he's cute. Keep him. It must be a universal guy-sign, when they bite on their lips, waiting for the love of their lives to forget what dickheads they've been. Trust me, sleeping with a stripper is insulting, but continuing to mock you publicly through all his friends...at least you've been spared THAT kind of bitch slap.

Well, you're married, so different rules apply I'm sure. FRIENDS are allowed to shit on each other all they want, because the assumption is always there that "who they are" isn't "how they are". Some distinction I'm still trying to figure out as I plunder through all that worthless glitter.

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