As much as Katie Holmes’ tight rolled Bugle Boy straight out of 1990 made my teeth hurt, I miss them. Without them, she’s back to looking like a brainwashed Stepford robot with a creepy husband who suffers from a bad case of dick butter breath. Okay, she always looks like that, but at least the tight rolled jeans were a distraction.
Katie, carrying a cup of hot barley water, showed up to rehearsal for her Broadway bore show this morning. I don’t know why the bitch has to go to rehearsal. Can’t Tommy Girl just upload her lines and shit into her system hard drive?