drama queen
So all this hubbub around Miss California is really damn annoying. There’s enough self-righteousness in the air to clog a girl’s pores around here. And, I have to say, it’s Shanna moakler who comes out looking like the biggest idiot. Not a big surprise.
Let’s look at shanna’s history, shall we? The woman was once Miss USA herself in a time long long ago called 1995. then she went on to star in a series on USA Network, then to pose in Playboy, and then to have her own reality show with (ex?)-husband Travis Barker of Blink 182. Eventually she became co-director of the Miss California pageant of Miss USA.
And then Carrie Preejan ran her mouth about not liking gay marriage. So then Moakler and the other director ran their mouth about Preejan getting a boob job which was paid for by the Miss California organization (at least it wasn’t tax payer money?). And then some photos Preejan wearing just panties showed up on the internet. And then Donald Trump gets on stage. And he tells Miss Preejan that she can still be Miss California. And then Moakler resigns the next day.
Not to come off too Fox News-ish here, but whatever, a woman shouldn’t be stripped of a crown just because she made a public statement some people didn’t happen to like. And this isn’t the first time Moakler has come across as an impulsive, emotional idiot. Like the time she tried pushing Paris Hilton down a flight of stairs after pictures surfaced of Hilton making out with Moakler’s (ex?)husband. Or the time she invited People magazine to her “divorce party” which included a mini-her-cake-topper pushing a bloody mini-Barker-cake-topper off of a white cake. Or her MySpace blog fights with her (ex?)husband.
Role models all among us.
is this enough, do you want more?
Although chick rock isn’t really my thing, europop is. So when you mix the two together, I just might be sold. Check out Kerli an Estonian chick who mixes rock with a lil drum n bass. I particularly enjoy “Strange Boy”, “Hate Me”, and “Creationist”. Enjoy!
He (She?) Stole Our Look!
So, there’s this newish blog called loltatz, which is like lolcats but of tattoos. Stupid tattoos. Tattoos that are only forgivable if you were on the jersey shore and high on roofies when it was done to you. and By forgivable, I mean excusable. And then I found this one… which is unbelievably magical.

Which, I must say is about close to a combination of henna tattoos and a shall-remain-nameless-friend received at a certain outdoor undergraduate campus event at the brilliant age of 21.
