Anyways, I did do some looking around online and found some goss to share for today. It seems that Britney and Kevin are in the market for a new house. Here are the details of the one they checked out:
Large & stunning Malibu estate is open & bright w/ high soaring ceilings. Located behind gates in a private neighborhood. 6800 magnificently appointed sq ft home has 5 bd & 6 ba. Master suite includes fireplace, sitting room, spa tub, steam shower & his/her walk-in closets. Gourmet kitchen w/ granite counters & sub zero fridge/freezer. 3 fireplaces, and a total of 11 rooms. Open floor plan, and grand entrance. Wide circular driveway and backyard ideal for entertaining w/ pool, spa, bbq & fire pit.It looks pretty swank. I'm just glad they didn't decide to go with a pimped out double-wide trailer, of course that would have only happened if they were shopping on his budget.
Price: $ 3,395,000.00
And what, pray tell, does a pop-diva-on-a-white-trashy-downward-spiral do to relax after an exhausting day of $3 million dollar mansion shopping?
She goes to a place called Legally Tan ... barefoot! Are you f-ing kidding me, Brit?!?
In other pop diva news (the next generation), it seems that I am not the only blogger contemplating the ever-growing teen-queen "who rulz?" dilemma. Pop Culture Junkies have chosen their pick for the winner betwixt the two pop-tarts -- it's Lindsay Lohan in every category. They make very good points and unabashedly support L.Lo for Coolest Teen in '04. I've already pled my case for my pick (big up Hil) so I'm not going to go there again (though it must be said that I honestly listened to Our Lips Are Sealed, the Duff sisters version, at least 12 times in a row while driving all over God's creation today) but I thought it would be fair to offer the other viewpoint. 'Nuff said.
The only other big talking point today was that everyone, apparently, has a hardon for Target (stereogum, whatevs and Gawker all reported on the celebrity soirée of the opening of the Brooklyn Target store).
Now don't get me wrong, I am a big lover of Le Targét (pronounced tar-zshay) but I think the prospect of big-name celebrities going ga-ga over something as "normal" as a new Target store, well, I fear for the upper echelons of the bourgeois filth.
Geeze, Maggie Gyllenhaal looks as if she just stepped in a steaming pile of Target-dog poop.
And on that note, good night.