…however, I am a stellar gossip blogger.
I took this quiz on celebrity body parts, and I got 13 out of 15 right. Even the quiz thinks I’m crazy. Its reaction to my score: “Um, stalkerazzi? Jeez. Turn that gaze inward a bit, eh?”
For someone who’s never had a particularly artistic bent, or a keen eye for visual detail, this is really, really sad. That I can be shown a picture of a forehead and immediately think to myself, “Oh, that’s Christina’s.” Christina Ricci, that is. But in my head, we’re totally on a first-name basis. And I know her forehead. I could probably not ID a photo of my mother’s forehead, given a photo forehead line-up of other non-famous mothers in their 50s (um … except my mom is totally 32 … she swears), but if you put a photo of Christina Ricci’s forehead in there, as I’ve just proven, I will find it.
So you’re welcome, people. I am just that dedicated to my craft. I am an exceptional celebrity gossip blogger. And so what if it means I have no boyfriend and no friends and no other hobbies and the person on this earth to whom I’m most connected is a functionally schizophrenic photographer who thinks his cats speak to him and … oh, no, that’s Courteney Cox[-Arquette]’s character on Dirt. But it’s just not that far off from where my life is headed.
Whatevs. Take the quiz. We’re all in this together, kids.
Never heard of it before, but after reading this can say with assurance, that it’s a point of great interest and fun for me
well it’s not the kind of news that is worth discussing. i wonder why are you all here so excited?
What was David Arquette belief when he blurted out that he had a fling using a barmaid. His spouse may well have believed they were in an open liaison but he was not supposed to operate on it.