lunedì 16 luglio 2007

First up, which queen was it who was saying all this Orlando 'n' Kate re-re-re-hookup nonsense was just that--as it was nonsensical to begin with, my damning dears? Me! Oh, but trust. This duo never was. Never will be. No matter how many times they do the red carpet tango. So pathetic how many Mare-kins--as Dubya loves to say--buy a duo just because they pose for the papa-Nazis.

• I'm told by folks who hung with K&O during their press-release affair that Mr. Bloom is now entranced by another, who's even more athletic than bitchin' Ms. Bosworth. And considering Kate's one of those original California she-woman chicks--before she decided to starve herself into non-physical-functionality--perhaps that's saying somethin', maybe not.

Blind Item

Another Hollywood bustup. Boo-freakin'-hoo. Excuse me if I'm not exactly cryin' into my hanky. In this town, where relationships last about as long as lunchtime Botox sessions, peeps who manage to stay together are the real newsworthy ones, don't you all think? Anyhow, I never really thought Pete Poked and Charmaine Chuck-Up were such hot 'n' heavy lovebirds in the first place.

I mean, you can't place your Prius in a spot that's already taken, can you? 'Course not! Kinda like how Char-love couldn't possibly be the stylish ride of choice for Petey's daredevil desires, 'cause he's already had a serious shotgun boyfriend for quite sometime. Yes, that's right: Just like Toothy and so many of the friggin' rest of 'em, P2 likes the boys, not the girls--no matter how thin or pretty or pouty they may be.

I'm told this par-tick tight boyish twosome enjoys sportin' weekend jaunts to the mountains, where they can hit the slopes and canoodle by candlelight far, far away from those pesky papa-Nazis. Wonder if Charmaine recently found out about these little snowy va-cays and went berserk, hence their recent bustup?

Or maybe she knew about them all along and is just dumping him now that her face has become so gaunt, she can't even fake the fake no more? Note to snitty types: Eat! Or your emoting capabilities nosedive, as it were.