I have had a roomba on my wishlist for awhile now and although people buy me books, collectible vinyl toys and lingerie….no one has brought me the vacuum cleaner of the future/Fungis new best friend. I think I might have to give in and buy it myself. The thought my cat floating around the apartment on a roomba is amazing.
Cocaine is no longer your diet-pill-fun-bag-confidence-wonder-drug. Well, it might be but now your late nights of becoming intimate with various bathroom fixtures (like the mirror you licked), are no longer a victimless crime. And it’s victims are endangered tree frogs. Did you know that every eightball you blow cost ten square meters of precious rain forest habitat? Well, it’s true according to the vice-president of Columbia and he is asking you girls to unroll those dollar bills for the frogs.
I think because it’s completely retarded.
You can knock on Winehouse’s door and she will rant over her intercom to you until you try to leave. Noted.
So, Britney is in the process of filming a documentary for MTV called Britney: For the Record. Too bad it’s for MTV and not HBO or Bravo or something. I’m pretty sure this will be a sanitized-kiddie-fare documentary but I’ll be watching all the same because I will never get enough Vitamin B! This is what Brit had to say about the docu: “This is an opportunity to set the record straight and talk about what I’ve been through and where I’m headed.” Uhhhhh, I have a feeling we won’t be hearing about all night coke benders and dirty sex with Aiden Ghalib! Damn it Brit, give us the deet’s girl!
