I’m a celebrity-news junkie and sometimes I don’t like admitting that. And it’s gotta be at least once a day where someone is going to rehab - Britney or Nicole Ritchie or Amy Winehouse or Oprah (not really on the last one, but it wouldn’t surprise me). I don’t feel sorry for them, but it just makes me glad I don’t have a drug problem that requires fourteen different drug rehabs before finding one that works.

Maybe if Mama Spears would stop playing the whole cougar game with K-Fed and his droopy drawers, she could do a little research, get some referrals on which rehab site would work best for charming *ahem* daughter, and prevent her cooch-showing offspring from shaving her head for no reason. Maybe that’s kind of a bad example given my recent hair-cutting activities…