afraid to be alone?

Guess Who's Back

Suck it, Hill

licking from the crack to the front spreads germs

Hey!

So Khia's going to be on MC Search's new hip hop humilation vehicle Miss Rap Supreme.

I remember hearing her hit song "My Neck My Back" at a gay bar in Myrtle Beach. My sister's hick friend "Robby" was brutally rebuffed by a male stripper and stormed out of the establishment screaming "I's going hay-ooome"

I like Sexy Pancakes Better

As Botox turns 20, I find myself not so freaked out about it. When I get old, I want to stay looking young. And despite the fact that black don't crack, I know that I am going to have to take steps in preserving my youth. But is my newfound comfortability influenced by my old lady heroines of television are comfortable sticking automobile fluid into their foreheads? Is it normal to look strange?

When we see bad things happen to good faces, when cosmetic decisions interfere with performances, I think we need to speak out. Otherwise the younger generation will think that a fish-mouth smile and those shiny cheeks are normal and that the Posh Beckham look is something to aspire to ... I wish everyone would stop not only because the sight of some ill-advised surgery or injection can wreck a perfectly OK television show, but also because I am afraid we will forget what normal looks like.

The fact that we live in a 24/7 always on, always online kind of information superoverload, there is a pressure to look your best. Whatever, now I am rambling...

Best reader comment from Jezebel's recap of last night's Hills:

Oooh, I wonder what kind of plastic surgery Heidi is going to get for "revenge"?

Bob and Weave

Happy

Ready for my close up.

Back from Vegas and hella exhausted.

According to Gatecrasher, Blair might have had one of the minority cohorts thrown off the show.

"She was pushed off the show," says a snitch. "Leighton didn't like her, and she went."

A bientot!