I feel sorry for Max and Emme because they have Jennifer [Lopez] for a mom (selfish) and Marc for a dad (unfortunate genes), and because their parents are going through a divorce. That’s rough.
I thought every hotel knows I only drink seltzer with lemon and Diet Sprite.
I speak five languages: English, French, Italian, Mandarin, and Russian. French and Italian for shopping, Russian for reading Dostoevsky in the original, and Mandarin for business.
When I first saw this picture, I almost gasped. COULD IT BE? Shiloh Jolie-Pitt in a sweet little dress/leggings combination carrying a pretty pink clutch?
Then I realized...her bag is made of newspaper and her shoes are camouflage SLIP-ONS. No one ever listens to me.
I want to believe that Michael Jackson’s orphaned children will grow up to be great philanthropists and human beings. I want to believe that they will be well-adjusted, but also fun dinner party guests. But mostly…
I just find them really scary.
Excuse me for not wanting to be seen with my mother’s pants.
I sat next to this for seven hours last night on a red-eye from LA to New York. She smells like Lycra and desperation.
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