A surprise power player in Hollywood, his wife has always been little. But nowadays it’s his extreme thinness that is raising eyebrows. What used to be extreme controlling behaviour on set has now spilled over into his personal life, and he’s applied the same obsessive devotion to his physique, so much so that it’s become alarming. Not that it’s uncommon in Hollywood for married couples to share aesthetic philosophies but these two have taken it to the extreme. Counting almonds together – no more than 15 a day. And an apple and some berries max. Two to three hours at the gym. Constant colonics. Every month a three day cleanse consisting of some watered down pre-mix and nothing else. Dairy is out the question, bread hasn’t been seen in a year, diuretics of course, and if the household staff make the mistake of bringing in forbidden foods without their permission – like on their own lunch hours, how unforgiveable – well look the f-ck out. You have never felt the fury of a hungry person tempted by a minion.Thing is, she wants another baby. And has been told it’s best to relax on the stringent diet. So while she’s trying to tiptoe over to a more normal nutritional meal plan, he’s not only been reluctant, he’s also been much more distant, spending longer hours away from home, and seeming to avoid her calls when he’s at work. Like he’s afraid her healthy weight is contagious. Or something. His behavior is also apparently getting more and bizarre. Lately he’s taken to getting onto the floor in the backseat of his chauffeured car and lying down the entire ride, crouched down, totally paranoid, even with the blacked out windows, even though he’s hardly a major pap target. He’s also borderline freakish about changing his contact information every few weeks so no one can find him. As his schedule gets more and more overwhelming, wearing several hats at a time, those around him are wondering if he’s starting to lose it …

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Whatchu think? I’m thinking Ben Stiller & Christine Whatsernuts.
http://www.imdb.com/media/rm885230336/nm0001774

like…what to make of twitter? it just seems like an unneccessary amount of e-diarrhea, non? do i want my phone to tweet anytime any one of these fools has something to say?

i’m sorry, but once the canadian parliament’s in on the twitter, i’m out.

by the way, i know what you’re thinking. it’s my blog. i’m allowed to judge. and i’m allowed contradict my words with my actions. so there.

maybe i’m just jaded from that awful xboyfriend who tried to turn me into a lacoste-wearing stepford wife, but this new website sort of makes me feel weird.

now that you’re a mrs, www.imamrs.com gets all your necessary shiz in order so that you can seamlessly transform into mrs. man.

i’ve never really thought about this before (okay, i’ve thought about it once, when the xboyfriend BEFORE the awful xboyfriend had a last name that was the same as a pretty nasty luncheon meat) but i don’t really think i want anyone’s name but my own…

what do you guys think? token married friends?