State of the Blog Address
Paris Hilton is in jail and it seems to be sticking this time. She was a wily one–trying to pull a David Blaine on us–but they managed to stuff her back inside the jail, much the way one would put some indignant, crying toothpaste back in the tube. But now that she’s quiet and settled, we have other things to talk about here at ASL. Fun things that I’d like to remind you about.
First off, there’s my favorite: shopping. Just to make sure you remember, until next Tuesday, June 20th, you can enjoy a 20% discount from www.lochers.com. I know it sounds like I’m totally pimping this site out and it’s because I am. The shirts really are the embodiment of exactly what we try to dole out here at ASL–snark disguised as sweet. Trashy in a tuxedo if you will. Plus, the shirts are just really, really cute and I have one that gets me compliments every time I wear it. Just enter the coupon code “SOCIALITE” when you’re checking out, to enjoy our fabulous, exclusive discount.
More on this week’s State of the Blog Address after the jump…
Also, I’m pretty excited to be announcing that I have another weekly radio spot to add to my resume. Woo hoo! This past Monday, I had my first gig with 99.7 KISS FM in Springfield, Illinois, in which I share my “gossip expertise” with Jenny Olive on the air for about seven minutes or so. And I just found out that they stream the show on the Internet, so if you’re ever interested in catching me live on the air, just tune in at noon central time (10AM PST/1PMEST) and you can hear me running my mouth.
Also, I’ve just recently read that No Doubt is gearing up to start writing some more music with their girl, Gwen. Now, I’m a humongous lover of No Doubt and all things Gwen, so this got me super-pumped when I read it. I even went on a minor bender of watching a bunch of little webisodes of hers, as well as MTV interviews. Yes, that’s how obsessed I am. I’m even thisclose to putting on some red lipstick just because.
Oh, and I’d also like to give a shout-out to the blogger behind L.A. Can’t Drive, for recently getting some hot press in the L.A. Times. One of my favorite pastimes is complaining about horrible drivers and I enjoy the feeling of communion I experience when I read passages like the following:
It’s bad enough that this town is riddled with old geriatrics that no longer have the reflexes or basic mobility to drive; yet for some reason you still find them behind the wheel endangering the lives of others on the road.
This rambling letter has come to its close. Enjoy the rest of your glorious Wednesday, kiddos.
A Socialite’s Life
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