From Kanye West’s blog:

“We back in the lab!!! I’m cool with the paparazzi. This guy wasn’t cool. I gotta work now… I’ll rant later!”

Ooooh, I’m waiting with bated breath.

There’s nothing like a good Kanye blog rant.

Um, it’s episode #3, and 90210’s already issuing press releases about plotlines to get people tuned in. Bad news.

Apparently during the third episode, airing Tuesday, Kelly will reveal the father of her young son. Actually, Kelly doesn’t spill the beans, Brenda does, but whatever. Audiences will find out. So be sure to watch on Tuesday. Because it’s not like the answer will be all over the blogs five seconds later.

I smell a mid-season replacement, you guys.

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Why let the girls have all the same-sex fun?

Marc Jacobs and his husband, Lorenzo Martone, go for some full-on PDA after spotting the paparazzi during a lunch at Pastis. Heh, the photo agency says they were “french kissing for what seemed like minutes.”

Hee. “French kissing.” When’s the last time you actually spoke those words? Like, “Sooooo, how’d the date go?” “Oh, it was amazing. We French kissed.” Seriously the last time I used that phrase I was probably trying to come up with a euphemism for oral sex for one of my little cousins. Like “Yes, sweetie, I do French kiss my boyfriend. And not always on the mouth, either! Go get me some more vodka from the kitchen and I’ll explain.”

Marc and Lorenzo wed this summer in France.

Look! It’s Angelina Jolie! Sad and furious and screaming about the gross institutional mishandling of a kidnapping case!

It’s nice to see her exploring new material.

In general, I like movies where it’s raining and it’s the ’20s, but I think they’re just teasing me with the rain in the trailer. There probably won’t be that much rain in the actual movie. So I’ll probably skip this one.

I’m just saying that out loud. Because it’s what I think every time I see a photo of her. And, like, no matter how hard I try to be proud of myself for working out every day and eating responsibly and accept the fact that I am genetically unlikely to ever be 5′9″ and 110 pounds, every time I see a picture of her, specifically, I’m just like, “Dude, that’s what I should look like, if I were pretty.”

Cameron Diaz and Gisele Bunchen. It’s the two of them that I really struggle with. They both manage to look super-thin without looking anorexic or unhealthy. I think if they were both to put on like thirty pounds and keep it on, I’d be happy with my body. I really do just fine in the face of every other celebrity, but those two make me feel sorry for myself.

Here’s Cameron leaving the gym on Thursday, looking very pretty and skinny and effortlessly flawless and just all-around better than me. Sad face.

Here’s Amy at a DJ gig in London last night, where she apparently jammed on an acoustic guitar before attempting to jam several vinyl records down the backside of her leggings.

The photo agency says she later “suffered cuts to her legs and hands,” although they don’t specify exactly how.

For what it’s worth, Amy, I find it works better if you use the razor blades to cut the cocaine on, say, a mirror, instead of on your hands. Just my experience.