LeAnn Rimes and Eddie Cibrian are no longer “living in sin,” as my grandma would have said. On Friday night, the two got married, trading their vows—which we hope included the line, “I promise not to fall for my next Lifetime movie co-star”—in front of 40 guests in Malibu. LeAnn quickly took to the web to share her excitement. “Eddie and I are overwhelmed by the amount of lovely well wishes. We are blessed and…. I’m Mrs. Cibrian!!!!!” she wrote on Twitter. Later in the weekend, she typed, “Happy Easter Sunday my beautiful friends! Coffee… me the computer…. Eddie the Sunday newspaper…. waves crashing…. holding hands… nice way to start it. My first Easter as a WIFE!”
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My pattern with escape began as a kid.
I am 14 years old and in my pediatrician’s office. My family has just moved back to New York City after a 5-year stint in Massachusetts. I’m turning into one of those surly teenagers. My mother has read
SavingReviving Ophelia and now my father is reading it, too, and I see the sad face of that wispy-haired girl staring up at me from her wrinkled paperback cover every time I pass his bedside table. Dr. Sedlis is asking how school is going. My mother is in the room and she says, “Not too well. It’s a large public school.” This is true. I hate it there. I am lost and they are making me take oboe lessons even though I signed up for piano. The girls are goths and punks and I am neither. Dr. Sedlis advises putting me into private school. Keep reading »
Last weekend, I stayed with a few of my dude besties at their house in Austin, Texas. In between eating tacos and marveling at the sheer number of terrible tattoos Austin has to offer, I went swimming and got some sun. Well, wouldn’t you know it, a house full of 20-something dudes didn’t have any fancy bath and beauty products. So, I had to forgo my weekly allotment of lotions in favor of whatever I could scrounge up in their bathroom. Thankfully, one of the three bought a tube of Lubriderm Intense Skin Repair Ointment, which I’m going to assume (la la la) was used to help heal his latest tattoo or cigarette burn. I put that stuff on my legs after a day in the sun, and wow, did it work a zillion times better than a $50 bottle of blood orange-infused moisturizer harvested from the bottom of the sea or whatever. Consider me converted. And Logan, Timmy and Charlie, sorry about using all your lotion.
My brother Devin (above left) looks a lot like Robert Downey Jr. I know this because every single time we go out in public at least one person will come up to him and tell him he looks like Robert Downey Jr. It’s gotten to the point where people will say, “I don’t know if anyone’s told you, but…” and Devin just goes, “…that I look like Robert Downey Jr? A few people have.” The day someone is actually trying to inform him that he has toilet paper stuck to his shoe will be quite entertaining.
A few months ago, I was walking through Pike Place Market in Seattle and this girl glanced at me and did a double take. My first reaction was, “Oh god is there bird poop in my hair?” But then she grabbed my arm and said, “I thought you were Billie Piper!” I’ll be cruising on that compliment for the next few years. So how about you? Do you ever get compared to a certain celebrity? Who would play you in the movie version of your life?
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It’s time again for “Dear Wendy Updates,” a feature where people I’ve given advice to in the past let us know whether they followed the advice and how they’re doing today. After the jump, we hear from “Depressed and Unsure,” who, much to her boyfriend’s chagrin, had befriended her BFF’s ex (and boyfriend’s friend) after the broke up. “We both share long-time struggles with chronic depression, and the outlet we’ve found in each other has helped us both immensely. Unfortunately, my boyfriend has taken issue with this new-found friendship.” Keep reading »
I was very disappointed to hear that my favorite auto-tuned celebrity, Antoine Dodson (aka Bed Intruder), was busted for possession of marijuana yesterday in Hunstsville, Alabama. He was charged with misdemeanor possession, failing to appear on a traffic charge, speeding, and failing to have insurance. Tsk tsk, Antoine. Don’t you know to “hide ya weed”? I was rooting for him to get out of the projects, I really was. And what happened to his lovely weave? Come back to us, Antoine. [TMZ]
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