Just a week after pissing off British morning show host Phillip Schofield by showing up late, Mariah Carey acted like a big fat diva on the UK’s GMTV yesterday. And because British people apparently have no problem calling Mariah out on her shit, GMTV’s Kate Garraway was all too happy to give details… Read more on VIPRumor.com

Michael Jackson’s funeral is going to be at the Staples centre in LA on Tuesday, as I mentioned in a previous post. Anyone in the area who (for their own reasons) would like to pay the $25 fee to attend may wanna hold their horses. There was a bulletin put out today by the organizers, that 11,000 tickets are going to be given away for free.
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Lyrics:

You walked with me
Footprints in the sand
And helped me understand
Where I’m going
You walked with me
When I was all alone
With so much I no along the way
Then I heard you say

I promise you
I’m always there
When your heart is filled with sorrow and despair
I’ll carry you
When you need a friend
You’ll find my footprints in the sand

I see my life
Flash across the sky
So many times have I
Been so afraid ooh
And just when I
Have thought I’ve lost my way
[ Footprints In The Sand lyrics found on http://www.completealbumlyrics.com ]
You give me strength to carry on
That’s when I heard you say

I promise you
I’m always there
When your heart is filled with sorrow and despair
I’ll carry you
When you need a friend
You’ll find my footprints in the sand

When I’m weary
Well I no you’ll be there
And I can feel you
When you say

I promise you
I’m always there
When your heart is full of sadness and despair
I’ll carry you
When you need a friend
You’ll find my footprints in the sand x 2
Oooooo mmmmmmmm

I can’t even begin to explain why, but here’s Britney Spears mocking the Julia Roberts Vanity Fair cover, while wearing no bra in what seems to be a very cold room. Julia Roberts can be annoying, but at least she built and maintained a Hollywood career. Britney Spears has a better chance of appearing at a Wal-Mart on Mars than she does the cover of Vanity Fair.

Amy Winehouse, the UK’s top heroine, was arrested in London on suspicion of assault late Friday afternoon. Winehouse allegedly attacked two men on Wednesday, head-butting one and punching the other as she tried to hail a taxi in the north London district of Camden.

Winehouse’s husband, Blake Fielder-Civil, is also behind bars awaiting trial on assault and conspiracy to pervert the course of justice charges.

As Pete Doherty is currently incarcerated as well, this is no doubt a difficult time for London’s street drug industry.

(source: VIPRumor.com)

Is there anything wrong with these people? They are perfect. I bet you their shit doesn’t stink. If it does smell, it smells like lily and honey. Yeah, what am I saying! They don’t shit. They probably don’t have toilets in their house.

Here’s Cindy Crawford’s gorgeous family at a John Varvatos charity event. Cindy’s son, Presley, looks like a video game character; Devil May Cry! They better not have any more kids. They can’t be lucky enough to have a third beautiful child, and if the third one was fug it would have to kill itself.

Everyone on Earth was at the American Music Awards were held at the Shrine Auditorium in LA, last night including this flawless creature named Rihanna who won something or maybe two things. I was falling asleep through most of that shit. However, I did manage to wake up and see this hot piece perform. She’s like a moving wax figure. It’s really weird. Weirdly stunning. It’s almost certainly sort of scary to have a conversation with her.
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Ronald McDonald’s secret love kid is that you?

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Sincerely, I love Lauryn but has she gone mental? Or maybe she doesn’t and that’s why she put this atrocious outfit together. I’m into it though. I can handle the crazy but I’ve always hated clowns.

The big voice overwhelmed the beatbox Wednesday night as Jordin Sparks was crowned the newest and youngest “American Idol.” Sparks, 17, of Glendale, Ariz., prevailed over beatboxer Blake Lewis, 25, of Bothell, Wash., after a triumphant performance Tuesday that wowed the show’s judges and the viewers who gave her a majority of the record 74 million votes cast.

“Mom, Dad, I love you,” Sparks, the daughter of retired NFL player Phillippi Sparks, said tearfully after a bearhug from Lewis.

The contest came down to either the stronger singer, Sparks, or the better entertainer, Lewis. Sparks delivered her songs simply and powerfully; Lewis’ flourishes included his sound effects and sharp dance moves.

The finale pulled out the stops and the stars, with Gwen Stefani, Tony Bennett, Bette Midler, Green Day and more singing.

Here are the lyrics of “Working Class Hero”:

As soon as your born they make you feel small,
By giving you no time instead of it all,
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school,
They hate you if you’re clever and they despise a fool,
Till you’re so fucking crazy you can’t follow their rules,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
When they’ve tortured and scared you for twenty odd years,
Then they expect you to pick a career,
When you can’t really function you’re so full of fear,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV,
And you think you’re so clever and classless and free,
But you’re still fucking peasents as far as I can see,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
There’s room at the top they are telling you still,
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill,
If you want to be like the folks on the hill,
A working class hero is something to be.
A working class hero is something to be.
If you want to be a hero well just follow me,
If you want to be a hero well just follow me.