Celebrity Sighting… Sorta

On a fabulous vacation serving as groupie to my comedian boyfriend we had the fortune of staying at the Club Med in Port St. Lucie, Florida. For struggling writers like us, this was the HIGH LIFE. Open buffet, sun, water, and all the booze you can stomach. Also drawn to the Club Med, apparently, are…

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Why Howard Stern should be my boyfriend

Howard Stern should be my boyfriend because he’s an asshole. I guess I just have that smell. And as he debuts on Sirius satalite radio this week (which I bought my road-comic boyfriend for Christmas this year even though he’s also an asshole), one has to wonder – when is he going to bang one…

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Why I have a crush on Jay McCarroll

You may not recognize the name. He’s that flamboyant, pink tuke wearing designer, and winner of Bravo’s ‘Project Runway’ last season. Okay, so maybe you didn’t watch that… All I have to say to that is, ‘Either you’re in or your out.’ (Little Heidi Klum reference there for ya). In any case, you should have…

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A reason to hope Tom Cruise will shut it

I hope we see a different Tom Cruise in 2006. A quieter one. Shhh, Tom. Just shhhh, okay. Whoever was to blame for Cruise’s 2005 publicity debacles, it worked in a way. He had our undivided, mortified attention. Tom’s decision to can his sister-publicist (dubbed ‘publisister’ by some) last month could indicate that she was…

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