John Mayers Pregnant?

Hello Upper California Coasters, Gossip Guy here. And, no, John Mayer is not pregnant. That would just be an insult to Jennifer. I kid, if she wanted a baby, she would've had one by now. She does NOT want to ruin her body Now. But anyway, according to John Mayer's Twitter (yes, I follow him. Shut up), he has post departum depression. I have no idea what it is, although I'm guessing it has something to do with depression, and actually I really don't care if he cries while he stuffs his face full of pickles, just as long as he doesn't drown any babies. You know, what happened to the old days, when John Mayer wasn't a douche-bag? You know, circa 2003 when he was still relatively unknown and still kinda cute. Yes, I said he doesn't look good anymore, got a problem? Anyway, just dropped in to give you that little bit of information. Oh, and, memo, I'm gonna stop posting here for a little while until my other blogs get on their feet, post-number-wise. Oh well, got to go, I'm working on a post about Twitter for Pink & Turquoise, and freaking YouTube is doing fucking maintanence right now, and I can't get the embed thingy to work. Beazy Fasheezie. I'm Out, Worship me Bitches!

Babble........

Has anyone ever noticed that I post a lot in the wee hours of the morning? It's weird, it's like it's the only time I feel like spreading my nonsenscent babble across the galaxies of cyber-space. Oh well, whatever......you know, I've been thinking, (this is usualy where my over-sarcastic mother would say, "That isn't good"), but does anyone else think Jamie Bell is cute? He is like super, super, supersupersuper, ca-yute. He's that rare kinda cute, where it's like, sexy cute. Almost like John Krasinski, but instead of feeding him cookies then tearing off his clothes, feeding him cookies, chocolate, and candy, then waiting until the next day to tear his clothes off. Hmm, I have too much imagination, that must explain my recent movie idea that involves a bi-sexual love triangle, multiple-mental disorders, multiple orgasms, manic depression, fine french cuisine, the supernatural, flamboyant gayness, mafia related murder and the city of paris. Ugh, I've gotta go to sleep, possible dreams of cute boys await me. Oh, before I go though, a little bit of Jamie. Oh, you've probably already seen it. Well, Toodles!

Why?

Really. Why? Why would you say that with a fucking mic in front of your fucking face? MA PUSSAY, IS HANGIN' OUT. WHY?!!!!!!!! Oh Britney, two steps foward, one step back. Two steps foward, one step back.

Is my work already being done?

Surely, I am not the only one noticing this, noticing that it seems like vintage is coming back with a vengeance. First Penelope Cruz with her vintage Pierre Balmain dress, then Kate Winslet with her style homage to Grace Kelly, and, though less prevalent and this started much more earlier than this year, but girl's shirts at stores like Hollister, Aeropostale, Amerian Eagle, and A&F. If anybody at all has noticed, this is actually a throw-back to the 1970's. Yes, the 70's. The era of rollerdisco and polyester. Back then was when girls first started wearing long tight shirts that went well past the belt. You see, when I become famous, it was my goal to begin a cultural rewind, to revert back to the grander days of elegance and glamour, the flapper era of 1920's, the jazz era of the 1930's, the war era of the 1940's, the simple art deco era of the 1950's, and the bold and sometimes crazy shapes and lines of the 1960's. Well, with people like Penelope Cruz and Kate Winslet doing that already, I don't know if I'll have too much work to do. But really, you're probably wondering why I want to do this. Because. Because I want to show the idiotic and sometimes ignorant people of my generation the elegance, the glamour, the opulence, and the beauty of the Golden Eras of Film & Music, when to be in show business meant that you could do it all, sing, dance, act, and still have brains. To have the common descency to wear a tuxedo or a gown to a formal event, to wear a matching hat, or matching shoes. To step out of a car onto a plush red carpet and be pleasantly blinded by the lights of thousands of cameras capturing your legacy at this time and




















place to be kept for all of eternity past your death and become immortalized as not only a movie star, but a star, a shimmering, glittering star in the sky, because it was you. You were shinning at that moment, and they didn't want to forget that. Now. I'm not saying that this era is full of crap, we just need to find a balance, a balance between the MILLIONAIRES and Al Bowlly. A balance between Dior Haute Couture and Juicy Couture. To put it simpy, A Balance between the two worlds, A Balance Between CHANEL N°5 and Miss Dior Cherie. Hmm, if only I knew other people like me (no, not like that), people who see the past, and are interested, not arrogantly disapproving and bored. -sigh-, How do you feel about fur coming back In-Style?

I need soma dat shit......

Seriously, sure, I know how to make my hair NOT feel like plastic, but, still, the less harder my hair, the faster it falls apart. Why?! Oh why did those stupid tree huggers babble on about the Ozone, when I obviously needed Ozon, hairspray that is. Does anyone know if this is made anymore? Seriously, if not, I will pay someone to go and look for forgotten cans in warehouses and shit. Please! Please!Please!Please!Please!Please! I NEED OZON!