Oh Amy Winehouse. I so wish you’d just get your shit together, girl, so you could go on making beautiful music with your talents and time and not keep wasting it on crack, douchey ex-husbands, dirty syringes, and generally looking like ass.
Yesterday, girlfriend here was witnessed heading into a hair salon in the UK, where she entered their bathroom and barfed in their toilet, apologizing as she left. A few minutes later, she hit up a liquor store and purchased a mini-bottle of Smirnoff vodka, which she downed at the register on her way out.
Then? She did a crazy, crazy thing: took her ass to rehab. Like, in that very same moment.
I guess it makes sense. (Except for the yakking in a public toilet thing – I’d just go for broke and waste in the street if I was gonna do it up big time.) I mean, I quit smoking a year ago for good, but prior to that, I’d tried several times. Each time, I’d psyche myself up and smoke, like, four packs the night before I was set to quit. I figured if I was going out, I’d go huge and I’d make myself sick going it. So … I guess that’s what Amy was working out in her head, too.
Hope this time’s the charm for you, girl!