Good morning my ginblossoms.. I do hope that the cold and snow is giving you an excuse to cuddle up to your hunny.
This week, while at the parlour, me and the hens were chatting about girl crushes. I confess to having quite a few over the years, including Jennifer Beals, Demi Moore and the list goes on, but my crush-du-jour is Jennifer Lawrence.
I really admire gals who don't take themselves too seriously, but just serious enough. She's admitted that acting isn't neuro-science instead it's just dressup for grownups.
Perhaps someone should mention that to Daniel Day-Lewis and Christian Bale. Rumour has it that Danny-Day made everyone on the set of Lincoln call him Mr. President and he conducted himself as if he was living in the same era that Lincoln did. And Bale apparently thought that he was actually going to become a bat when he was in the role of Bruce Wayne. It's called acting people, let's try it out, shall we?
In what is becoming a weekly tradition, I'd like to introduce you, my pets, to Lesya Toumaniantz and her story of true modern-day romance.
You see, the Russian doll was was spending a lazy day online in a chat room, when out of nowhere, her soulmate walked in. His name is Rouslan Toumaniantz. After getting to know each other, they met up and apparently it went really really well.
You see, Lesya then decided to do what so few females ever do to show their devotion to their loves.
She allowed him to tattoo her. That's sweet, right?
Perhaps a dolphin on the hip or a even a sailor's anchor would be good, hell - a big ol' bottle of Stolnaya down her back would be preferable to what she chose to have inked.
My darlings, she had him tattoo in five inch high gothic script (don't even get me started with the font choice), his first name over her entire face. Yes, you read correctly.
Fools in life indeed.
It's just such a shame that those Ruskies have such long names, for her sake of course. Did I mention that the happy couple had been together for 24 hours in total prior to this? Delightful. Lock up your daughters, ladies, or at least hope that they have the brains God gave geese.
I've heard from several of my sources that there was a football game, a rather important one, that took place this weekend. I wouldn't know, my loves, I don't enjoy activities where balls fly at my face.
Anywhoo, Mrs. Jay-Z performed during the break, complete with the other two beauties from Destiny's Child. She promptly had them exit the stage when Queen B was through with them, and then she went and broke the Superbowl.
She was good though, I suppose. Although I have to ask, does she not own pants anymore?
The ever-boring and always dull Natalie Portman was spotted driving the biggest Mercedes I've ever laid my eyes on. Nothing out of the ordinary there, but wouldn't you expect her to be riding some sort of helium balloon or car powered with karma? She bugs me. If she was a colour, she would be taupe.
Until next time, my lovelies...
