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For the record, our own Sarah so called this back and December, so you totally owe her fifty bones.
Ashlee Simpson-Wentz filed for divorce from her husband of two years, Pete Wentz, in Los Angeles yesterday. The former actress and one pop star cited “irreconcilable differences” and said through her spokesperson that she and Pete remain close and dedicated to raising their son Bronx together.
Ashlee’s also hoping to drop the “Wentz” from her last name ASAP and more surprisingly, is also seeking spousal support. Those “Autobiography” and 7th Heaven royalties must not be enough to live off of.
Are you guys surprised by this news? I have to say that even though the two seemed to be out of sync for some time now that I thought there was a chance they’d pull through. I always kinda hope that for people who get all swept up in each other, get knocked up and then get hitched. That’s probably why I was too depressed to talk to anyone for like, two hours after I saw Blue Valentine, though, huh?
Damn you, reality! *shakes fist*










































































































I’m sorry you’re sad over this divorce. I, for one, prefer reality. I just can’t get too upset over people who have too much money, lux, and a really cute kid get a taste of what we little nobodies have to put up with on a daily basis…it’s called reality, like I said. While I don’t want to gloat, demographics don’t lie…half of all marriages end in divorce.
this actually surprised me! at least that it’s so soon!
also, i bet it’s her fault.
He’s a sock cap premature bald, former meaningful stream of dumpster juice. She’s got boobs and a hello kitty.
God. Babies ruin everything.