So, Nicole Richie is pregnant after all. Not sure why I care about this, since she’s not really an actress or a singer or any kind of anything. But, this is the way the gossip world works, and so I know about it. Really, I think the most shocking thing about this for me is that this girl can even OVULATE, given her 84 pound weight and her obvious aversion to food. Every time I look at pictures of her, I think that her breath must smell like coffee, cigarettes, and barf. She and the Olsen twins are like the LAST people you’d think would ever be pregnant. I guess the lifestyle that lends itself to being that thin just doesn’t immediately seem "motherly" to me. Of course, they probably could fit several babies in those giant purses, but it does just seem incongruous, in my opinion.
Also, it is a little shocking to me that she’s managed to stay pregnant as well– I mean, this is the same Nicole Richie who was addicted to heroin, right? The same one who got a DUI while driving the wrong way down the 134 freeway in Pasadena, and admitted to being whacked out of her mind on probably enough Vicodin and marijuana to kill a small horse of the same weight? I’m surprised that Child Protective Services hasn’t already showed up to her house, just to put in an appearance, because you KNOW she’s going to have some Britney Spears-like issues with her baby. I mean, how white trash is it to go to jail while you’re pregnant? That is truly something other than else. Hey, maybe if she has to go to jail for an extended period, Lionel Richie can adopt her baby as well.
Too much? Too far over the line? OK then– I’m happy for her. I’m sure the baby is going to make her pull her life together.
Also, in case you’re wondering, we are about 90% unpacked, and I haven’t been writing much because while the rest of the house is coming along nicely, as of this morning my office still looked like this:
