It's 1-11-11 today. Not that it means anything (to me, anyway), but it's still kinda cool. Do we get to make a wish or something?
Is it me, or is EVERYONE in Hollywood pregnant right now? Every day there's another report of a knocked-up starlet.
Natalie Portman (who apparently got biz with her mute ballerino costar from Black Swan).
Victoria Beckham, who is evidently trying to populate the world with handsome, mouse-voiced hottie soccer stars. Now that's a project I can get on board with!
Owen Wilson put a smoosh-nosed baby inside his girlfriend.
Jane Krakowski is pregnant but her 30 Rock character is not, which is a good thing because the idea of a pregnant Jenna scares me a bit.
Marion Cotillard and her French boyfriend have produced a beret-wearing, chain-smoking, wine-guzzling French fetus. Oui!
One of the Kardashian assholes might be knocked up, but as part of my New Year's resolution I refuse to put up her picture or mention her by name. I am shunning all things Kardashian and Jersey Shore; every time I find myself watching them I get irritated that they are rich and famous for doing absolutely NOTHING, so I've decided that watching them bad for my mental health.
In other news, I'm oddly pleased that Gwyneth Paltrow is flopping terribly in Country Strong. I have not heard her sing, nor will I listen to any clips of her singing. I don't want to know if she's a talented singer. DO NOT WANT.
Michael Douglas beat his throat cancer!
YAHOO! I don't care who it is, any time I hear that someone kicked cancer's sorry ass it's a WIN. I fucking hate cancer, and Mike D. is okay by me. He'll always be Jack "Trustworthy" Colton to me.
Turns out, 'Mericans don't want to watch Sarah Palin kill things. Thank GOD.
Cake releases their new album, Showroom of Compassion today. Yay!
We're expecting a big snow storm tonight, so hopefully tomorrow will find me sitting at home in pajamas with my kiddos while my husband hits the slopes. I love it when a snow day coincides with my already-scheduled day off! I find I don't dread storms at all when I don't have to drive anywhere and I've already received clearance to sit on my ass and do nothing. Sweet, beautiful nothing. Ahhhhh.
After work I'm swinging by B&N to pick up this book, which I've heard is a great read even though it's technically Young Adult. Hey, I'm down with YA! No shame. Good writing is good writing.
So that's enough random poo for one day. Got anything on your minds? Lay it on me!