"Dude... I'm so effing pretty... wanna get neck tattoos?" *barf*xoxo,
Rebel Deb




Hey there, ladies. I'm John Mayer. I like to call certain ex-girlfriends of mine... *cough* Jessica Simpson *cough*... "a drug. And drugs aren't good for you if you do lots of them. Yeah, that girl is like crack cocaine to me."
That's right, folks. The story of an uptight, button-down, 1980's Wall Street-er so desperate to escape his repressed, workaholic, cocaine-infused lifestyle that he starts murdering all those around him... starting with co-workers, then friends, then an ex (haven't we all wanted to do this? Okay, maybe TMI...) and then finally round after round of hookers, until he finally confesses his misdeeds to a guy at an office party... who doesn't believe him. Why? Because one of the co-workers Michael Bateman (Christian Bale's character) has just confessed to killing is ALIVE and in the NEXT ROOM. How could this be, you might ask? Well, I'll tell you. It's because the author -- Bret Easton Ellis -- is a genius. And because IT NEVER HAPPENED. Bateman concocted the entire reality simply to escape his unhappy, greed-fueled existence. He never actually killed anybody... though he may have wanted to.

"I just find it stupid, you know?" the CBS Evening News anchor, 53, says in the March issue of Harper's Bazaar when asked about the label... and her 33-year-old boyfriend. "I think it also surmises that the older woman is always the pursuer. That's not necessarily true. I always say that maybe the older woman is the prey and someone else is the predator. It's just silly."