So. Here we are, 6 years on. We all know the date, no need to rehash. And where are we?
Disgusting hair extensions at The Palms and the new Valentino line being shown at Bryant Park while some snark blog editors pass out Barf Bags (OMG models are SKINNY didn't you KNOW!)
Kanye vs 50 and the near death of a mediocre actor's mediocre actor brother.
Summer of the one star threequel and the Rehabbed Starlet.
Senator Craigslist busted for The Gayness (!), Paris busted for the drunkness. Nicole is The Preggers. High School Musical Deuce is The Bomb.
No new developments here at Stizzosa. Just thought I'd try to get you to be as depressed as I am...