Beet’s boyfriend Adrian Grenier is uses his celeb to get out the “green is gold” message.

No wonder she thinks he’s so dreamy.

I’m not really in an emotional place to discuss this right now. It’s very crushing.

If you need to know about it, you can read about it here.

It’s just rumors, people!!!

Until I actually see a goddamn sex tape, I’m not going to believe this bullshit. My Adrian would never do that to me. I’ve outlined very clearly in my twice-daily letters to him that he needs to be saving himself for me if this marriage is going to work.

“That’s cool. So how about we go home and I fuck the shit out of you?”

Adrian Grenier, to a woman he’d just met at an NYC party, according to Page Six.

The woman supposedly declined.

Oh, Adrian. Ask me! Ask me!

So, my future husband, Adrian Grenier, had a lookalike at my party in LA last night, but the real Adrian was in Miami Beach, performing with his band, The Honey Bears, at Hotel Victor.

Just look at him.

All rock star and sweaty and shit.

Love it.

This time it’s Lindsay Lohan’s turn at bat.

After dumping Riley Giles’ loser ass, she spent Christmas Eve with total hottie Adrian Grenier at his Brooklyn apartment, where I guess he had some sort of party. Guests there swear the activities were “low-key,” and I actually believe that. My future husband does not do drugs!!!

Seriously, though, Adrian? First Paris Hilton, now Lindsay Lohan? I thought you were better than that. I really did. I was willing to take sloppy seconds on one of them, but both? Just for that: no pre-nup!

My boyfriend poses with model Jessica Stam at a charity ball in NYC on Monday night.

Whatever.

I have better taste in shoes than both of them combined.

Adrian Grenier — along with his mother — volunteer at the Neighbors Together Soup Kitchen in Brooklyn.

Marry me. Marry me. Marry me.

Marry me now.

He’s always soooooooo hot!!!