diary of a she-beast
i am the anti-christ. no, wait. just tired.

Dear Sweet Internet God in Internet Heaven!



Friday February 23, 2007 @ 9:05 a.m. ::

Music: �Grace Kelly�, Mika
Mood: chilly

Some interesting things that I found while trolling the internets for my daily news fix.

It�s a train wreck! My-Gods-that�s-awful-(there are body parts everywhere!)-but-I-just-can�t-look-away!

After days of insanity, Britney Spears is (apparently) back in rehab (for the third time in as many days), but NOT for drugs and alcohol. It would appear that, batshit fucking insanity aside, Spears is heading back to rehab so, you know, she won�t lose her kids in the upcoming custody battle with K. Fed. (Not that she�s known as a wonderful mother in the first place.)

Maybe she'll learn about the importance of wearing panties lest she flash photographers. Yet AGAIN. *head/desk*

It�s so delightfully evil when the skeezy K. Fed looks like the responsible parent.

Bitch, please.

It would appear that the name of a new high-end store in Seattle is creating a bit of a hullabaloo. Apparently � even when used as a correct term (as this store caters to dogs) � �bitch� is not an appropriate word to use when you�re choosing a name for your new store.

Frankly, I don�t see what the big fucking deal is. Though, from a marketing perspective, the store couldn�t ask for better press. Oh, controversy. That�s just daring people not to go check the store out. (Hey! Is it terribly cynical of me to think that this whole kurfluffle is just an advertising ploy? Sure, it�s not as creative as the Aqua Teen Hunger Force bomb scare, but it works just as well.)