Madonna's new single is online. Check it out here. I don't like it, not yet, but maybe it's a grower.
What is NOT a grower is the absolutely Christing awful album cover she's gone with. See?
I would say something but every time I look at it, my eyes start to bleed. Woman, you're 50 in a few months time. Put your vagina away, lay off the botox and grow old gracefully, for fucks sake.
I haven't posted anything since the beginning of the month! Well, this would be because I haven't really had anything remotely interesting to say and I have been totally defeated by apathy into the bargain. There are a couple of things going on behind the scenes at the moment though that I made the conscious decision to keep off my blog until everything was complete. I also swore I wouldn't mention them at ALL until they were complete. Since I broke that little vow and I am a big time hater of people who post shit like "there's this huge thing happening in my life but I just can't talk about it", I will most likely do a big blog catch up post soon. Right now though, apathy (and television and pizza) are winning out.
Oh and happy Easter!
I'm sure there are a lot of struggling screenwriters who watched the vastly overrated Juno and Cody's unjust Oscar win and were thinking murderously hateful and jealous thoughts. My reasons for wanting to slap her stupid face whenever I see it has nothing to do with being jealous. I just think she's a moron.
First of all, her reaction to the publicity about the million dollar shoes she was due to wear at the Oscars was hilarious. To think, the designer would use her for publicity. Shocking! How could they? Cody blogged about how she was pissed and felt taken advantage of and so she ditched the shoes at the last minute. It's a good thing she did, really, as those million dollar shoes would have clashed something awful with her $50 dress, rightly fugged by those fabulous Fug Girls.
And now, to commemorate her undeserved success for the underwhelming movie she wrote, Cody wants to get a tattoo. Of Ellen Page's face. Not the movie title or something understated and simple like that. Nope. Ellen Page's face. She thinks it would look great. What it would actually look like is cheap and desperate. In which case, it'll fit right in.
The hottest from the naked farming dozen on the calendar so it's only fair and right he's the man for my birthday month, wouldn't you say?
