Here's what happens when you follow a blog with a writer who blabs about every little thing: You get get hear about her diverticulitis flare-up that is preventing some REAL news being written. You know, like how Lady Gaga is warning the kids about cocaine being "the devil" on the Howard Stern Show on Sirius XM.
Anyway. Mama's sick, sick and SICK. Take a wee bit of pity on me, mmkay?
"Which uber-skinny Hollywood starlet can't seem to keep a thing down her throat apart from her fingers? The only thing that manages to stay down are the shots of vodka to keep her going through the day. Your extra clue: Wonder if this has anything to do with her recent break-up."
via [UK Mirror]
Remember this little confession in Vanity Fair Magazine awhile back?
"...instead of embarking on a high fat diet as she did for the 2001 and 2004 pictures, will turn to the wardrobe department to make her appear larger.
A source tells Britain's Reveal magazine, "Renee will be wearing a fat suit in the third film as it took her a while to lose the weight last time. She's also thinking about the effect quickly putting on and then losing 30 pounds has on her body." SURE she is.
Oh I see. Pinchy feels that by not eating, continuing date closet cases (that country dude she married and had the marriage annulled for, well--you know why, as well as the actor she's "dating" now) maybe, just maybeee someone, anyone will love her. Jesus H. I think she and Aniston should just get together and be done with it. Then have babies. I might even like the two of those bitches then.
That was harsh. But I don't feel well enough today to pull any goddamn punches where stupid anorexic actresses are concerned.
but we're getting somewhere.
Now, if only that cup of hers was filled with warm lard, we really be getting somewhere.