Unfortunately, it turns out that Lil’ Kim didn’t go on a jealous rampage and kill a woman attending her recent birthday party in a Times Square club. Police have arrested a man who confessed to the killing.
Sources said Rahman Syed, 24, a bartender’s assistant, admitted that he killed Ingrid Rivera, 24, of Richmond Hill, who had been kicked out of the party at Spotlight Live on Broadway for being drunk, sources said.
Rivera’s body was found in a deserted area on the roof. Investigators said she led her to the roof, after telling her to “come take a walk with me.” He led her to a restricted area for which he had a key.
Police began looking at Syed when they learned of his access to the area.
Earlier, sources said, Syed had brought another woman to the roof, where he kept trying to rub up against her.
But that woman got away, called him “crazy” and complained to someone at the bar.
Very, very sad! Watch how much you drink when you’re out and about, ladies, and don’t head up to rooftops with crazy men! Ha, you know, it’s easy for me to say this stuff now that I’m older and wiser, but in my teens and early 20s it’s truly a miracle that I was never murdered on a rooftop. I was all about drinking too much and wandering off with strange men. And there was this one time in Mexico where my best friend and I spent the evening getting wasted with the children of drug traffickers, who politely respected the fact that we had boyfriends and dropped us back at our hotel by our curfew. I am blessed.
August 7, 2008 at 10:39 am by Evil Beet
Hip hip hooray!
Morgan Freeman was released from a Memphis medical center after being treated for the injuries sustained during a car crash this weekend.
Mr. Freeman will have to wear a neck brace for six to eight months, according to attorney Bill Luckett, who added: “The doctors have said it will be six months to a year before he plays golf again. He hates that.”
August 7, 2008 at 10:29 am by Evil Beet
So I’m telling my mom the other day about my grand scheme for child-rearing. I’m going to have a baby, keep the baby until it’s eight or nine or so — whenever they develop their own personalities and start asserting themselves — and then I’m going to send this child to boarding school and not deal with it until it’s an adult and prepared to make some sense. Because if my own child is anything like I was when I was a teenager, I want nothing to do with him or her. It’ll just make my own mother too smug to watch me struggle against a teenager just like myself.
“See,” I explained to my mother, “then the kid can’t resent me, because I won’t have been involved in any of the major decision-making processes in his or her life. There won’t be anything he or she can hold against me.” My mother glared at me, as mothers do. “Well, Mom,” I said, “I’ll call him on his birthday every year. It’s not like I’m going to be totally absent.”
I thought of this when I read that Kate Moss switched places with her daughter’s nanny as a birthday present for the nanny.
The nanny â€“ on hols with Kate in Ibiza, looking after her daughter Lila Grace â€“ woke to a fancy showbiz brekkie of smoked salmon and champagne.
She was then wined and dined, taken out on a yacht and lavished with gifts.
So, once a year, Kate Moss spends time with her child while the nanny sleeps and gets drunk. The rest of the year, it’s the other way around. This approach to motherhood, I feel, would work well for me.
August 7, 2008 at 8:50 am by Evil Beet
The body of Ingrid Rivera, who was last seen on Sunday night, attending Lil’ Kim’s birthday party at the Spotlight Live club in Times Square, was found on the roof of the building where the party took place.
The woman suffered massive head injuries, among others.
The worst thing that ever happened at one of my birthday parties was when someone made me do a shot of Three Wise Men. That’s Jack Daniels, Jose Cuervo and Jim Beam. Which is pretty much equivalent to suffering massive head injuries, but the difference is you’re still alive the next day, albeit barely.
By the way, this pic was taken at the party where this woman was killed.
August 7, 2008 at 8:42 am by Evil Beet
Marriage doesn’t work for anybody ever so just don’t bother.
Dixie Chick Emily Robison and her husband, singer Charlie Robison, have divorced.
The divorce filing states their marriage had “become insupportable because of discord or conflict of personalities.”
They’ve been married nearly ten years and have three children.
See, this is why pets are good. Pets will not divorce you nor create discord. Right now my cat Max and my dog Leo are having an epic battle which has, at this point, involved every room in the apartment. They just chase each other from room to room, run in circles around each other for awhile, swat a bit, and then take the adventure to a new room, galloping at full speed. Also, I swear I just heard Max bark. See? This is so much more entertaining than any man has ever been.
August 7, 2008 at 8:36 am by Evil Beet
After years of denials, Miley Cyrus has finally admitted that she did, in fact, date Nick Jonas of the Jonas Brothers.
“We became boyfriend and girlfriend the day we met,” Miley says in the September issue of Seventeen Magazine. “He was on a quest to meet me, and he was like, ‘I think you’re beautiful and I really like you.’ And I was like, ‘Oh, my gosh, I like you so much.’”
“Nick and I loved each other,” she says now. “We still do, but we were in love with each other. For two years he was basically my 24/7. But it was really hard to keep it from people. We were arguing a lot, and it really wasn’t fun.”
After they broke up at the end of 2007, she says, “At first I bawled for a month straight. I was so sad. I just went into this weird funk. And I dyed my hair black. When we were dating, Nick wanted me to get highlights â€“ and so I did that, and I got myself looking great. And then, on the day we broke up, I was like, I want to make my hair black now â€“ I don’t want to look pretty; I want to look hard-core. I was rebelling against everything Nick wanted me to be. And then I was like, I’ve got to be by myself for now, and just figure out who I really am … Maybe he’ll be my best friend for the rest of my life or maybe I’ll end up marrying Nick Jonas!”
You know, I have to be honest, this is a fairly mature, brave and articulate expression of the termination of a long-term relationship. I remember dying my hair brown because the guy I was dating preferred brunettes, and, the minute we broke up, I ran to my hairstylist like “Blonde! BLONDE BLONDE BLONDE! RIGHT NOW!” So, although it’s kind of frustrating that my behavior in my mid-20s is the same as the behavior of a 15-year-old, I still felt a sense of kinship reading this.
Nick’s currently carrying on with Selena Gomez, but I have a feeling this drama is not yet complete.