Ugh. Today sucks. It's like the universe has been saving up every downer gossip story and is releasing them all on the same day. This morning we were assaulted by the following mood-dampening tales: Farrah Fawcett's cancer has returned, Daniel Smith probably killed himself (and professional asshole Howard K. Stern took pictures of his dead body because they ìmight be worth some money one dayî), Jethro Hillbilly's girlfriend killed herself, Entertainment Tonight and The Insider obtained video of Heath Ledger snorting coke, and of course Britney Spears has been re-hospitalized for a psychiatric evaluation. What, Christina Aguilera couldn't fit in a little infanticide? Angelina Jolie was too busy figuring out how to profit off of fetuses to change her mind about Pax and send him back to the orphanage? We hope that no other gossip comes along today to bum us out, because we don't think we could take it. But there is a tiny bit of an upside to all this crappiness, and that's that Britney isn't seeming to fight off the hospitalization, meaning that maybe all of our prayers that she would come around and get help and become normal and happy and contented and a good mom have been answered. Those other prayers–the ones involving a three-day orgy with Heidi Klum, Salma Hayek, Scarlett Johansson, and the hot chick from Cloverfield–those we're still waiting on.
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And once again the legions of photogs wailed as their meal ticket got loaded into the padded wagon and taken under heavy police guard to places that they are not allowed to follow.
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