Some cryptic "news" report said something along the lines of what young squeaky clean popstar and her musician boyfriend were overheard discussing her unexpected pregnancy and he was telling her not to keep it at some restaurant. And because of this, everyone's been saying it's me ( Read more... )

I think about a month or so ago, the paparazzi caught Joel and I hanging out as he carried my bag and most of the rest of my stuff while I handled my dog. Of course all Good Charlotte fans labeled him as my whipping boy because he can't give me some assistance without that meaning that I sleep with him and that I walk all over him when we hang out ( Read more... )

I'm totally screwed up. I've been practically living in planes for the past month, and with each location I arrive at, I feel different. The weather is different, the time is different, the situations are different. You get the point. Yeah, you'd assume I'd be used to this right now since I've toured and traveled all over before, but I think I'm ( Read more... )

I've been having a lot of trouble updating for the past few days because it keeps giving me some message about it being read-only mode. The last time I tried to post, I fought through it for fifteen minutes and then it ate my entry, so I was angry for a few days and just now came back to try again ( Read more... )

I keep trying to live quietly, but it's not exactly working out. I want to duck under the radar but I'm being yanked up by my hair. I'm at the age where I'm being shoveled out advice by the mouthfuls, and I can't even respect any of it. It's not coming from a good place. All of it is more orders than actual advice. Don't wear my hair like that. ( Read more... )

Someone told me that I was in the pilot episode of American Dad and I was being forced at gunpoint to date his horrible son. It's funny because that sounds more like my real life than you'd think. I'd elaborate more on this right now, but I've decided against a long over-blown first entry ( Read more... )