Oh god. It’s Monday. I haven’t done my taxes. I owe the DMV my firstborn. Mikey called me Phyllis.
And then there’s THIS.
Swiss Miss gave a disturbing interview to my hometown rag and I would be remiss if I didn’t respond. I refuse to comment on the obvious revelation because I don’t want to burn in hell for all of eternity, but needless to say, the last thing I needed today, other than to be called Phyllis, was to hear Swiss Miss described as “strikingly slim.”
She goes on and on about she’s never felt good enough, all she does is please her family, tears, sobbing, crying, etc.
If Gavin wants an emotional wreck, I blow this nut out of the water.
And uh, I’m certainly a class-free, media-whore idiot, so who am I to offer advice, but the last thing Swiss Miss should be doing, for like, the next decade of her life, is giving another goddamn interview about her relationship with Gavin Newsom.
Swiss Miss also mentions, during a break from the crying apparently, how she wanted to be a third-world doctor, but changed her mind because she hates blood and it seemed like a bummer job.
So she became an actress.
I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm finally sick of her.
I could go on and on and on about the bizarre, appalling and hilarious content of this interview. But it’s Monday. I need to do my taxes. I’m about to be arrested by the DPT. And my celebrity equivalent is apparently Phyllis…