Ally: Is it Favourite Friday? It should be Favourite Friday. Why? Well many of you that follow us on Twitter already know, and have already urgently alerted me to this issue.
Yes, friends. I have heard. I have heard, I have cried, I have laughed, I have danced. I have played this on repeat:
That’s right, Eminem. We’re done. It was fun while it lasted, but you were never the same as my Leo. Never. Although we’ll always have this photo.
The past month was tough, as it brought this interview with Leo and in particular, it brought this:
I avoided all contact with those photos until I received the official break-up news this afternoon. Please can we get him another supermodel already? As previously stated, when he’s with the genetic freaks he’s safe in my pretend world. When he dates a prime-time soap starlet? He starts to live in regular world territory. It can’t happen.
Moving on. I paid another visit to All About Eyecare in Bedford this past week to pick up my repaired eyeglasses from Fred, who has become both my new BFF and my arch enemy. How could he show me these amazing glasses from Dior and not know that I would start a secret savings account to purchase them (note to my husband – I jokes! Ha! That is clearly Toddler G’s education fund! *cough cough*).
They also come in pink, so if you visit Fred, please buy those ones. He’s under strict instruction to hit a panic button I’ve installed under his desk if anyone starts to show the slightest interest in the above frames. I think he may be scared of me.
Seriously though? Are they not perfect? They are perfect.
I can’t find a photo online, but they look something like this:
Wish I could talk longer, but I’ve got a date with Google to determine if Blake is indeed crying into a bowl of ice cream.
L-A: Bahahahaha. I feel nothing for Blake. Mostly because I don’t know her and I envy her hair and legs. But also because I’m super happy for Ally. And for me, quite frankly, because the Eminem phase has been hard. I’m going to send a copy of The Departed over to Ally’s for the long weekend and make sure she gets her
porn Leo fix. In the meantime, she can watch this on repeat:
However, I think my Pretend Boyfriend Ryan is about to take the lead in our Battle of the Ryans if there’s truth to Blake Lively being “spotted” with Ryan Reynolds.
Okay, old photo, but whatevs. I’m hoping they’re just Radiohead friends. Because that’s totally possible. I have a concert friend who is a boy and not my husband – and my husband and his wife are down with that. I also hope they’re just Radiohead friends because I’m holding out hope for Ryan + Sandra Bullock = true love. If the gossip magazines at my grocery store are telling me the truth, and I’m sure they are, then they are totally going to get married. Or are married. Or something. Whatever they are, I just hope my Pretend Best Friend Sandra is happy. Because apparently, she’s the nicest lady in the history of ever, so she deserves to be happy and with someone who isn’t skeezy.
On an non-celeb related note and on a fashion related note (heavens to betsey! a fashion blog talking fashion!), can we talk about the MiuMiu glitter shoe?
Yeah yeah, they’re all the rage and were in every fashion magazine known to ladykind in September. That’s not what I need to talk about. I also don’t need to talk about how I can’t afford a $650 show. And we don’t need to talk about how I want roll around in a pile of glitter shoes. No, what I need to know is: where can a girl get a reasonable facsimile of said shoe? Can she buy it online? Can she buy it in Halifax? Because one of my favourite people is in the market for a glitter shoe, but not a $650 glitter shoe. (Girlfriend is getting married, so we can totally understand her reluctance to buy MiuMiu weeks before the big day. I mean, she could cancel the violinist and the cake, but I bet she’ll be glad she didn’t).
And if a girl can’t find a glitter shoe in town, maybe y’all have a suggestion for her to wear with this dress:
A really cute black heel could work, but I think the right glitter shoe would totally rock. If she was my shoe size, I’d even consider lending her the Kate Spade glitter shoes.