The National Enquirer is reporting that Jamie-Lynn Spears will have labor induced in the next 24 to 48 hours due to complications in her pregnancy. She had an ultrasound last week, indicating her baby may be in breech position.
Britney and her father left LA this morning on a Delta commercial flight to get out to Mississippi, where Jamie’s planning to deliver the baby.
Reports say that Jamie-Lynn and Casey plan to name the baby a combination of their two names, either Cailynn or Cassie.
Jamie-Lynn, our prayers are with you for a safe and healthy delivery of your little one!!!
June 18, 2008 at 4:10 pm by Evil Beet
A British woman’s bulging wig did not fool customs agents in Norway who realized she wasn’t just having a bad hair day.
The wig was concealing 2.2 pounds of cocaine glued to her head and customs agents detained her on suspicion of cocaine smuggling, authorities said Wednesday.
Now we know what Wino actually keeps in that wig — her stash!
June 18, 2008 at 3:45 pm by Evil Beet
The “I Kissed a Girl” singer was partying at Villa in Los Angeles Saturday when the deejay spotted her and blasted the hit for the crowd. Perry, in a funky unitard, stood up on the banquette, leaned down and planted a lingering kiss on the mouth of a girlfriend in front of everyone.
So, so, so cliche. For her sake, I hope she was wasted when this happened.
And who the hell wears a “funky unitard” these days?
June 18, 2008 at 3:39 pm by Evil Beet
It’s called Paris and Sally, and it exists to help Paris Hilton sell her new line of $69.99 hair extensions from Sally Beauty Supply.
Because, according to Paris, “everyone should get the chance to be me.”
It even includes a very exciting video set to the tune of Paris’s hit 2006 song, “Turn It Up” (disclaimer: may not have been a hit at all).
Seriously everything about this website sucks so much.
June 18, 2008 at 10:45 am by Evil Beet
A promotion for the upcoming Eddie Murphy film, Meet Dave, spotted in Los Angeles.
June 18, 2008 at 2:53 am by Evil Beet
They sleep at crappy hotels!!!
Ivanka Trump flew commercial last weekend to the Aspen Food & Wine Classic, but her plane was delayed overnight in Salt Lake City due to storms. Ever the commoner, Ivanka crashed at the Quality Inn and ate Little Caesars for dinner with the $18 stipend from the airline.
You know, I used to think there was really not much difference between fancy hotels and standard motels. In my book, as long as I have an Internet connection, TV and a bed, I’m a happy camper. In fact, in my experience, the cheap motels offer free breakfast and free WiFi, whereas the expensive hotels want you to pay $17/day for Internet and $25 for breakfast. I think that’s dumb and I’ve always preferred motels. However, that was before I woke up at the Best Western in Twin Falls with seventeen bug bites. They are still there, by the way, and several of them are expanding and leaving very large, dark bruises on my arms and legs. I took pictures. (Side note: In thumbnail form, the bites totally look like nipples and they appear inappropriate. I assure you, though, that there are no naughty bits of me in these photos, so don’t bother hunting.)
This can’t be healthy. I can’t help thinking that this wouldn’t have happened if I’d stayed at a fancy hotel. Not that fancy hotels exist in Twin Falls, but still. I now officially have a fear of motels, and I’m worried about what I’m going to do about the drive back to Seattle. I seriously had a little panic attack tonight. I’m not sure if it’s the Arizona heat (it is 157 degrees here right now) or the fact that I met with a CPA to file my 2007 taxes today (yes, in June 2008) or being plucked out of my little Seattle routine (I actually miss going to my trainer) or the growing concern that I can’t properly give love to both my three cats and my dog (I am taking tips from Jon & Kate and plan to give them each “special days” with me) or the fear that I’m going to have to stay in motels again soon and possibly get new bedbug bites, but I am a walking, talking embodiment of generalized anxiety disorder tonight. I’m just a freakin’ mess right now. Vacations are supposed to be relaxing, but I really can’t wait to get back to Seattle and get back to my life and my routine. Unstructured environments are not good for me.
What the hell was I talking about?
Oh, right Ivanka.
She may have stayed at the Quality Inn, but I guaran-fucking-tee you that chick did not eat Little Caesars. Unless you consider a bottled water to be food.