State of the Blog Address
Happy Pre-St. Patrick's Day! For those of you who are neither binge drinkers nor Irish, this might not mean too much to you. But, for me, I'm all sexcited because I'll be in Savannah, Georgia for the weekend, enjoying some family time down South. That's right, I'll be heading to one of the biggest St. Paddy's Day celebrations in the country, coincidentally on the same weekend as my sister's baby shower. How's that for a convenient tax write-off! (HA! HA! OMG, IRS-man, I'm totally kidding! Please stop reading this...)
In any case, you may be wondering what my personal life has to do with you and the answer is absolutely nothing. But the truth of the matter is that we are experiencing a little bit of a dry spell here in the world of breaking gossip and I'm kind of at a loss. Let's examine the celebrity landscape for a bit, shall we?
More on Lisa trying to make something out of nothing after the jump...
Britney's been slowly, but surely unraveling in a way that has veered past entertaining into straight-up depressing. Both Whitney Houston and Courtney Love claim to have cleaned up their acts and even though I really truly am happy for the both of them (especially Whitney, since I'm always a fan of the comeback album), it doesn't make for very interesting news. We're all so desensitized to all things Brangelina, and nobody seems to be breaking up, losing their minds, committing passionate love affairs and/or burning things this week, so that I really have nothing to write about, except for a few scuffles with the paparazzi and a mild fashion disaster here and there.
So, what I'm left with is a column about nothing, really. And maybe that would work for Jerry Seinfeld, but I'm not nearly as clever, although I do wear better pants. I guess I could do what I did when I was young and forced to fill up the blank space in the thank-you cards my mother had my sisters and I write in response to every gift ever given us and write about the weather. I think that since I moved to Los Angeles for the weather, I expect it to be gorgeous pretty much every day of the year. I've become so spoiled that I immediately assume that I'm getting Seasonal Affective Disorder if cloud cover lasts for more than ten minutes. I figure I put up with the smog, the traffic, the horrible driving and all the posing hipsters--I might as well get to have my sunshine, dammit.
But more than the beautiful spring weather itself, I'm looking forward to the celebrities coming back out of hibernation. Maybe the warmer weather will coax Bai Ling to dig in her closet for her even skimpier summer wear, and perhaps the growing heat will drive young starlets to act out on their more passionate desires, causing all kinds of ruckus with intrigue, love triangles, sex tapes and what have you. I can only hope, really.
So, let's all hope for an exciting summer filled with drama and bad outfits. Otherwise, I'm going to have to get out there and make the news myself. And trust me, we do NOT want that.
Drunkenly yours,
Lisa T.
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