Prissy Puffy Princess Pants

Puff Daddy... P Diddy... Puffy... Fagboy... Whoever the hell you are... You scare me. I mean, not because you look like you have been slapped up side the head by a Down's Syndrome stick but because DUDE!? What is wrong with you? You need to be knocked up side the head with a humble stick. You're not cute. And I'm TOTALLY on Team Tupac.

Where is PETA when you need them? THIS... is not fake fur. When he isn't bitching about the price of gas forcing him to ride in his private jet less, he is wearing massive, expensive dead animals. Some guy.



And when he isn't wearing the massive dead animal draped over his body, he is draping his naked toddler daughters over it to pose for pictures... All the while he is looking quite proud of himself. Celebrity Yuck.

Someone staple that dead critter to his perfectly coiffed head. Please? Better yet, let's see his prissy ass in a cage with a relative of that Bear he's wearing.

Put some clothes on, girlfriend...

I really have to say that it makes me uncomfortable to be nasty about someone I know absolutely nothing about. But, since this is a celeb gossip/fashion site, I've been given automatic forgiveness for cattiness.



I know this is old news, but seriously... How could she not know that her frankentit was hanging out for the whole world to see? Tara, get some press for doing something outstanding. Feed a hungry child... save a rainforest... flash those ugly boobies at a lonely homeless man... do something worthwhile.

I just don't get her. What exactly has she done to deserve press? She isn't talented. She isn't especially smart, witty, cute, or fun to look at. She gets press for walking around in bathing suits, drinking, and sucking up oxygen. Paps, we get it: She's had botched surgery and she spends too much time in the sun. Next?

I've missed you

I've been gone for awhile, and I've missed ya. And you've missed me too, eh? You bettah!

I only get a vacation once every blue moon, so I won't be breaking off like that too often.

Now, where were we?

I went to some pretty rockin' shops in Tampa while on vacation, and besides that I had a love affair with some Coach handbags at the Coach store, I did fall in love and now pledge some allegiance to a store I'd never met: Charlotte Russe. Talk about affordable, hip, and well made... I'm head over heels. If you live in a big city, you're laughing at me because you already knew the trendy sexy that Charlotte Russe is. But if you're a small town frugal fashinionista like myself-- go check out the site, or the store if you're lucky enough to have one near you. While you're there, make sure you remember that Christmas is nearly 2 months away and I want these, and those sexy red shoes above if I'm not pushing my luck too much:


Better yet, just go buy yourself something, My Magpie Friend, and then stop back back by to rub it in my face.