That blog i was talking to you about neon.

http://www.idontlikeyouinthatway.com/archive/2006_09_01_archive.html

This guy is funneh as fark.

Some titbits from his blog.

Jessica Simpson is Single. Again.

Seemingly over before it even began, John Mayer and Jessica Simpson have reportedly already split. According to Page Six, and your deductive reasoning, John Mayer is already sick of her.

“..Mayer has already dumped Simpson, because, insiders say, she and her pals are too loose-lipped for the reclusive Mayer. One person in the Mayer camp told Us Weekly the relationship “was a 2 [that] her camp spun into an 11 . . . [Mayer] thinks it’s desperate . . . an attempt to stay in the spotlight.”

It’s hard to argue this when these two had been dating for less than a month before Jessica was on the cover of People magazine saying, “I’m in love!” Jesus, have some dignity. Or at least show a little respect. Most doctors would agree that this type of thing would make you look like an idiot. Sorry, doctors, Jessica Simpson doesn’t have time for your science and logic. She’s clearly a genius. If she gets any smarter, she’ll be able to tie her shoes or count back change.

Lindsay Lohan Found Her Bag

British police have reportedly found Lindsay Lohan’s bag that allegedly contained $1 million in jewelry, including her engagement ring from Harry Morton. A bag so valuable that she left it unattended in an international airport.

A member of the public contacted us to say they had found it and brought it in,” a Metropolitan Police spokeswoman said, on customary condition of anonymity. “We have not yet established what, if anything, is missing.”

Lohan’s publicist, Leslie Sloane Zelnick, also made the point to tell us that the bag contained Lindsay’s “much needed asthma medicine,” like that was going to make you leave work to join a search party or hand out flyers. Oh man, I don’t think I could go on living knowing that a spoiled millionaire lost a bag that costs more than my mortgage. And I can’t even begin to tell you how much sleep I’ll lose over the thought of her having an asthma attack, although she smokes like an Iraqi soldier wearing a blindfold. With any luck, the bag is empty except for a note: “Hey Lindsay, fuck you. Love ya, bitch! God”