April is over... thank goodness!!!!!!!!!!!

So far, April has been the most exhausting, emotionally draining month of 2010. Of course, the year's still young, so who knows what pantload awaits.

In real life, something very sad and tragic hit a bit too close to home. One of my neighbors was murdered by her boyfriend. Fortunately, the cops apprehended him immediately, but unfortunately, this 42 year old 'man' murdered his 22 year old girlfriend because she had the audacity to dump his @$$ after he abused her one time too many. She did the right things and yet... she's gone. Completely not fair.

But before this bad thing happened, I was blissfully happy because I ordered It's All About L.O.V.E., a self-published book about fans' Michael Jackson encounters. I ordered it on Easter Sunday, and yet... I haven't finished reading it yet. Yes, it's nearly 400 pages long, but for some reason, I feel that I need to take my time reading this. So far, some of my favorite stories involved MJ's birthdays and his late night 'shows' and talks with fans outside of his hotel windows/balconies. These stories made me smile because I had similar, late night talks with people I vague knew in college and I still prize those unexpected intimate moments, especially with people with whom I seemingly had little in common with. I smile, thinking that Michael had those moments too.

Sandra Bullock scammed the whole Hollywood community by getting on with her life instead of milking her misfortune? Now, that was an April high point. And her little Louis is absolutely adorable!

Rieille Hunter on Oprah... didn't watch.

But I did watch Todd Bridges on Oprah and I have to say, Oprah should be ashamed of herself. Demanding that he read page 68? The page in which he described his molestation? Really, Oprah? Honestly, Oprah's insistence that any molestation talk has to be graphic makes me wonder about her.

Naomi Campbell was a victim of dubious gotcha journalism... and no one blinked an eye? Hate her all you want, but if someone refuses to answer a question that wasn't germane to the reason for the interview, then you stop the particular line of questioning.

Chelsea Handler had to defend her 'audition tape' which looked remarkably like the most depressing, demoralizing sex tape since Gene Simmons. No audition is worth positioning oneself in a way that makes your breasts look like really old cow udders.

Hasta Que El Dinero Nos Separe has been pretty good. Last week, Univision showed back to back episodes of HQEDNS featuring the aftermath of Marco finding out that Alejandra and (Rafael) Medina shared a hotel room. Thanks to Claudia, who I used to like but now thinks she a mega b*tch, Alejandra's professional reputation is taking a beating and she may distance herself from Medina because of her mistaken belief that he was the one who dished the works. I fell asleep towards the end of Friday's episode, but the last part I saw was when Medina witnessed Marco, with a Mariachi band in tow, serenading Alejandra and threw down the dozen of roses ,intended for Alejandra, down in disgust. Maybe Alejandra found them?

As for Arnie Klein's current media grab... I will wait to talk on this, since I get really emotional when @$$holes harm people who can't defend themselves.