That Guy Died?

I’m a day late and a dollar short as they say on the Simon Monjack fuckery, so I’m just gonna throw in a WTF?! to make it seem like I’m interested – seriously, I’m not THAT cold hearted but I thought he was an enabler to his wife Brittany Murphy who died 5 months ago. Turns out, it was probably a co-dependency that led to their deaths. I have a huge problem with people doing drugs and I don’t have the energy for a diatribe on Simon Monjak so I’m just gonna say THAT guy died! and move on to the next guy who died.

So:

THAT guy died? This is Paul Gray, the bass player for the heavy metal band Slipknot.  All kinds of bitches who knew this dude claim he was the nicest guy in the world. That’s awesome. He was, at the time of his death, staying at a hotel a couple of minutes from his home. He’d been there a few days. He’s a known drug user. All of that goes to show, even the nicest guy in the world might be hiding something. So it’s possible that at the age of 39 this guy checked into a hotel room a few miles from his home to die in peace of natural causes. I guess it’s possible.

And just like that, it’s over.

Today before I learned some sad news, I had gone to the market for some miscellaneous items and happened to buy a 4 pack of tissues. Now I know for sure that I have The Shine (thanks @reformerlyfab - one of my main Twitches for pointing that out to me). So, as if anyone really cares to know this, there I was waltzing around the grocery store, throwing in a tomato here, a box of spaghetti there. As I passed the paper goods aisle I thought as I always do, I wonder if we need papertowelsbumwipepaperplatesnapkinsplasticspoons, etc. The answer was NO! I have everything I need in that aisle. Then I stopped. It was as if my cart was steering itself to the tissues and stopped in front of them. I reached my hand up and hovered in front of the single boxes and felt a pull toward a 4 pack. I shrugged and threw it into the cart. $5.99 and we’re all gonna have some dry noses.

Well two things happened when I got home with my purchases. #1, my 8 year old kid had nose bleeds all day at school that continued while she was home. She started stuffing paper towels up her nostrils but I stopped her before she tore one open (nostril not paper towel) and handed her a box of tissues. That left me three for the FOLLOWING breaking news:

#2 Jemi has split up. I repeat: JEMI is O-V-A-H!!! Evidently an unnamed source is reporting that Joe had his Dad call Demi and tell her that Joe was breaking up with her. If that’s true, that is the biggest bunch of bullshit since Lindsay Lohan “losing” her passport in Cannes. 

I know there are some folks who believed this was a relationship contract situation, but I never believed it, and I certainly don’t believe it now. If this was a contract, why would they end it before the Jonas Brothers/Demi Lovato world tour this summer, and before Camp Rock 2 premieres in September? I don’t think they would. It would be a shomance until it was not needed to be anymore. And if this was a showmance, it would still be going on, believe it.

So, Lover Boy has tossed another girl aside, and my 3 boxes of tissues are nearly empty. I’ll be ok. In a few months I’ll barely remember that they were ever a couple at all.  In time I will even delete the folder I have set up on my computer called “Jemi” where I stored 5 pictures for use on this rarely-updated blog.  Seriously, things have to get monumental for me to drag ass over here and post….and I do believe the events of this day have called for some serious blog posting.

Douche Nozzle of the Millenium – Jesse James

So the Tiger Woods sex scandal was pretty crazy, epecially because you just weren’t expecting him to be a sex freak with all the dirty sexting and him getting on his ambien freak and everything. For me it wasn’t the volume of women, it was the sordid details that kind of shocked me.  And I have always said, after 911 shocking me is next to impossible. Not that any of this sex scandal stuff is more shocking than 911, please don’t get me wrong…it’s just that I read or hear about some of it and actually am taken aback.  Actually I look at it and think, “Wow. Now that’s some crazy shit!” and not a lot makes me think that these days.

So Tiger, he’s a douche, yes. He fucked up his marriage, he disrespected his family – you might even say he ruined his family. He brought 2 children into this world and fucked them over. He’s an ass of epic proportions. 

But Jesse James…it just keeps getting more and more fucked up.  First, there’s the Heil Hitler picture that’s now out there. 

Evidently it’s from before he and Sandy were married. It’ sick, whether it was a joke or not. Who jokes about Hitler? A seriously fucked-in-the-head individual is who.

The shit obviously started hitting  the fan when Michelle “Bombshell” McGee stepped forward as whore #1 and now we’re not only up to #5, but we’re gonna throw a foursome with 2 bitches and a dude into the mix.  And Jesse James & the dude taking turns on the one woman named “skittles” (could a porn company actually write this story?) and Jesse wasn’t even wearing a condom – and the other dude thinks maybe he, himself tied off the finger of a latex glove but even he’s not sure about that…now that’s some shit that makes me think, “what the fuck is wrong with people? Seriously.”

You look at that shit and think, “Why?” Well, probably because Sandy Bullock is a normal, sweet lady. She’s probably not a whore in the bedroom.  She might try to be, knowing that her husband was married to a porn star, so she probably pulled out her best ho moves, but women like Sandy Bullock don’t have that deep down dirty shit in their repertoire that can satisfy a man-whore like Jesse James.   Apparently he’s the kind of guy who wants not only a whore in the bedroom, but now it’s becoming clear he just likes filthy whores anywhere he can get them.

Check the article at The Huff-Post for the gory details. Beware, as if it were possible to have any respect remaining for Jesse James, any iota that even the most disgusting pig has toward him will be gone after you read this. He’s simply the douche nozzle of the millenium as far as I’m concerned.

Sad Week comes to an end

Well if the week started out half way decently, it ended up in the shithole. First we had Andrew Koenig from Growing Pains found dead in a Vancouver park.  From what we hear, he battled depression, yet stopped taking meds a year ago. Kids, this is nothing to fool around with and I tell my mother this all the time because she pulls the same crazy ass shit with all kinds of medications that are designed to make her better.  If you are prescribed something to correct an imbalance in your body, you most likely need either it, or something similar to it. Don’t stop taking your meds, peeps, especially the anti-crazies.

Next, Marie Osmond’s son jumps off a fucking BUILDING in L.A. to take his own life. Are you kidding me? You are a part of arguably one of the most famous families in America – all kinds of money and connections, and you can’t find some help or happiness that you’re gonna throw your ass off a damn BUILDING?! I have to admit there have been a couple of times throughout my life when things seemed pretty bad, and I was in a deep dark place in my mind and spirit. I thought at times I didn’t know how I could go on- but the very last thought I ever had in my mind was to suffer perhaps the most horrifying, brutal death I could suffer at my own hands (short of throwing oneself into a woodchipper or incinerator, I guess).  Michael Blossil was only 18 years old. Already did a stint in rehab, and now he’s dead.  He never fucking even lived. My heart goes out to his entire family.

Bottom line, people need to get some help and talk it out, bitches – you may be suffering but try to imagine the anguish you are going to put countless people through if you kill yourself. Suicide is never the answer. We all have ways of coping with our depression and anxiety and the most we can hope for is to find a way to overcome it. Once again I will say, if a doctor has prescribed you anti-depressants, do not stop taking them…and if you feel like you are in such a dark place that you have thoughts of harming yourself, check with a doctor – maybe some of these drugs can help you.  So sad – I am going to hope the USA wins this hockey game today and wait for this sad week to be over. Tomorrow better be the beginning to a fabulous week with no sad shit. I want some hollywood bitches to make me piss my pants laughing next week, dammit.

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