MAKE SURE YOU READ THE INTERVIEW

I hate that I love it so much. And I feel so dirty but I just can't help myself, I just want more and more. Really, I LOVE reading about Amy Winehouse. I know I'm a horrible person, but the more messed up she looks in photographs the more I enjoy it. You know, just to see how fucked up and zombie like a person can get. So yeah, I suck, but then again when was the last time she called me for my birthday? All those years and not even a postcard. So fuck her...

Anyhow, I'm sure y'all will enjoy this awesome story about our favorite junkie as much as I did. You heartless bastards!

NERO

AT A LOSS FOR WORDS

I really don't know what to say about this...I was going to joke about it because for a full minute and a half I was honestly waiting for Amy to put one in her mouth and eat it. But then the Blake thing was just heart wrenching.

I feel weird now. So please, if anyone has got anything to say please comment.


NERO

Fallen heroes

Just a short update on the fallen heroes of the week: they tried to make her go to rehab and she said yes yes yes! Sure, we all want Amy to live and be happy. And rehab is probably the only option left for her. But do we really want her to go there? When you think about it, honestly, what would be more fitting: her dying River Phoenix-style (or should I say Heath Ledger style? O, that's right, he didn't die of an overdose. Sure) or her becoming the new Sting all mellow and singing for the rights of the Indians and tantric sex? She might go Yoko Ono on our asses!

And the biggest loser of the week: Jared Leto! Former hunk turned skanklicker when caught in the arms -and liplock- of none other than hoochie-mama Paris Hilton. (I know, nobody uses that word, but I just had to do it once in my life) Even with his arm falling off in Requiem for a Dream he was lovable. I even forgave him for the stupid shit he did with 30 Seconds to Mars, but this does it! Jared, you are now officially blacklisted!

Because it's monday morning

If you haven't heard about this site yet, go check it out. It's called My Death Space and it's a great way to check who of your friends on myspace didn't survive the weekend.
It sure as hell made me feel a lot better about my weekend....
and a lot worse about still having Monday mornings....
while I could be dead instead....
and so could you....
but of course Amy couldn't.

NERO