Re: I. Want. To. Shake. Her.

Ok. So this is what I said in June when I heard that the lovely Ms. Nicole Kidman had married hottie country music super star Keith Urban: "Nicole Kidman has married a crackhead. Notice I didn't say "former", because it's my opinion that once a crackhead, always a crackhead. They might stop for awhile, but they don't stop forever."
I
Want
To
Shake
Her!

Now here it is, a quiet fall Saturday morning and I go to dlisted.com and find out that Keith is in rehab! I mean, it's a good thing that he's THERE this morning instead of passed out on the floor of an apartment in the nastiest housing project in Nashville, but did I not TELL you this would happen? I, unfortunately, know a hopeless crackhead when I see one. And in my opinion THEY ARE ALL HOPELESS!

I'm sorry for Nicole. I know what she's feeling right now, and it ain't fun bein in her shoes. I give it six months. He'll get out of rehab next month and be good for about a week. Then he'll be gone all nite, come home feeling all sorry fo himself, beg for forgiveness, sleep for two days straight, then get up and do it all over again. Except instead of Nicole moving out and going back to her parents house, she moves back to L.A. and it's ALL OVER the covers of People and In Touch.

I know I said that I was supposed to get over this shit, and that I suggested to myself that I not talk about it anymore, but I can't help it today. When I hear about shit like this, it brings it all back. Maybe my getting over the past means that I can accept the fact that the memories will always haunt me and that I can't let it rile me up like this. Just breathe in, and tell myself that my life isn't like this anymore and give Thanks to God.

And Stacy.