So we have these neat pictures of Leona Lewis going to the airport today, after getting head-butted or something by a horse last week. I dunno. I didn’t follow that story too closely, and I’m not sure if people were referring to an actual horse or if Leona just punched herself in the face. It’s a close species call with this girl. (I know, I know. She’s a very talented young woman. Your diatribes go in the comments.)

But the FUN part of these photos is that the friend who saw her off at the airport was wearing a teensy tiny loose skirt and no underwear, and she bent over to get something out of the car and gave the photogs got a STELLAR look at her tush. It’s actually quite an adorable little butt. Normally I would go easy on the friend-of-a-celeb, but what on earth would motivate someone to wear such a little dress out in public with no underwear DURING THE DAY? Seriously. You deserve to have consequences for that shiz.

That pic is after the jump. You may or may not want to view it at work, depending on what you do. It’s a butt.

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Kelis has filed for divorce from her husband, rapper Nas.

She is currently seven months pregnant with his child.

Thanks to the inimitable MK over at popbytes for this awesome pic of the Star Trek movie premiere, which is just about to get started in Hollywood!!!

I haven’t been this excited for a movie in a loooong time! I used to be a secret Star Trek fan, until I started writing this blog and then it really wasn’t much of a secret anymore. Now I’ve just decided to own it. So here goes: I had a full-size Beverly Crusher cardboard cut-out in my room as a child and I dressed up in Star Trek costumes for Halloween and I’ve met Wil Wheaton like three times and he signed my boob once and I’ve seen every single episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation and yes I go to the conventions and I like them.

That is all.

Okay, this isn’t really a “blind item” so much as it’s an “if-you-haven’t-noticed-this-yet-you’re-blind” item, but I saw it in Gatecrasher today and it caught my attention:

Which starlet’s constant state of inebriation is causing problems in her marriage? Her hubby hates having to physically remove her from nightclubs.

I’m gonna go with Christina Aguilera hands-down here. I was actually wondering how long it would take for this sort of rumor to surface. We see photo after photo of Christina’s drunk ass stumbling out of a club, makeup smeared and eyes half-shut, poor Jordan Bratman practically carrying her. What guy wants to deal with the 28-year-old mother of his child pulling that crap every week? It was just a matter of time before it started causing problems. Xtina needs to get that shiz in check.

By the way, we’ve got an interesting article over on Zelda Lily today about how women think men want them to drink way more than men actually want them to drink. You can check it out and add your comment here.

… I dunno how to finish that. The couple that jogs together … flogs together? Clogs together? Hedgehogs together? (I’m sure that means some sex thing to somebody. “Hey baby. I’m a little drunk. I think I’d be down to let you hedgehog me tonight. But you can’t tell anyone I let you!”)

Anyway, whatever it is, Jessica Biel and Justin Timberlake are doing it. The couple defied break-up rumors for the billionth time by taking their perfect little bodies for a jog together in NYC. It’s so cute and healthy I could just vomit. (Doesn’t that sound easier than exercising?)

“I can’t wait to see my name on a trivia card.”

Idol castoff Matt Giraud, pulling out the perfect answer when asked how he felt about the first person to be “saved” in Idol history. Full interview with Matt is here.

Who the hell releases a trailer for a music video?

Marshall Mathers, that’s who.

Eminem released a trailer of his video for “3 A.M.” as promotion for his new album, Relapse. In it, Em plays some sort of psychotic homicidal dude in what looks like a Blaire Witch remake with even worse videography. Seriously I can only hope that the final scene in this video involves Eminem standing in the corner of a basement mumbling to himself.