They Were Cones!!!

Sooo, Sophie Monk is marrying Sammy from the Wedding Singer. You may(but most likely not) remember Sophie as the Australian piece who used to be engaged to Benji Madden. Now she's marrying this mess, Jimmy Esebag, who looks too old and way too tan for her. Apparently, she loves him for his personality but dude also has a ton of dough because he's the chairman of a company that owns the rights to Playboy. I don't know how long this will last, but I like it.
In case you forgot, this is Sammy from The Wedding Singer(aka Allen Covert):

Waste Some Time

Personal Favorites:
North Dakota: ugliest residents
Utah: highest rate of of online porn subscriptions
Washington: most cases of bestiality


[pleatedjeans]

Jersey Shore Goes to Mecca

According to TMZ, there is a possibility that season 4 of Jersey Shore will take place in Italy. Executives have apparently been scouting out locations in Italy for the cast to live and working on getting visas for them.
If this is true, I have a feeling that season 4 may be the best yet. Picture the scene: JWOWW, Snooki, & Deena go to a "disco" looking for the perfect Italian specimen, only to find that all of the men are greasy Euro-trash. I just want to see the look on their faces when the bubble bursts.
I'm also looking forward to the cast's Italian heritage being diminished by the fact that none of them can speak the language except for Vinny.

Who wants to see these people have fun and be successful? No one, that's who.

Breadcrumbs

Oprah has a half-sister - TMZ

Aaron Carter is in rehab. - DListed

Deathly Hallows Pt. 1 DVD release date announced. - PerezHilton 

Golden Throat ditches rehab. - TMZ

NewRelease: Destroyer - Kaputt

I Usually Like Really Bad Movies

Yesterday, I tried to watch a movie called Knowing, starring Nicolas Cage. The description said "disaster-thriller" which, in my mind, means I should definitely watch it.
It started out okay. There were some pretty obvious holes in the plot but I let it go, because I wanted to see the disaster. That's what it's all about. I should mention that this is a pretty long movie, and Nicolas Cage is particularly terrible. But no matter how hard I tried I couldn't finish it.
So, what I'm trying to say is, don't watch this movie:
IMDb Video: Knowing: TV Spot

I Think I'm Drunk Enough To Drive You Home Now

Sometimes I do this thing to myself where I listen to old(ish) music that I used to like in high school and think of what my life would have been like if it would have been just a little bit different (or grandiose; whichever). It usually involves alcohol and any Death Cab for Cutie album that came out before 2003. It's like clock work. I sit down with a beer listening to whatever new music I found for the day. That beer will eventually turn into 3 before I start to bust out the nostalgic stuff. When I do, something comes over me like a weird, misty, Stevie Nicks fog. I guess I like it. It makes me feel like a teenager.

Playlist: Jan 2011