Our favorite train wreck has gone through a lot from her daughter's birth, her son's death and now a commitment ceremony with her lawyer. Death makes people act quickly and given ANS's circumstances, I'm sure I would have downed several bottles of sleeping pills over the course of thirty days.
When I was in my late teens, early twenties, Anna Nicole Smith was modeling for Guess. Wearing thick Marilyn Monroe eyeliner, she was a fleshier and seedier replacement for Claudia Schiffer. I liked the change since Claudia had saturated the universe and I was tired of those perfect elvin features. Then came the soap opera of Anna Nicole's marriage to the old coot, the court battles, her reality stint and that scary appearance on the award show where she kept pointing to her breasts. She seems to be on that special downward spiral so many others have chosen -- Whitney, Lindsay, Tara Reid. All before the age of 40.
I wish for her a long trip to the middle of nowhere. Who cares who the father of her daughter is. Or that her "partner" might be controlling her. Her life has been a roller coaster for decades, add to that the likelihood of drug abuse (She had to have been on something during the award show!), a new baby and the death of probably the only sane person in her life. Very, very sad.
Makes a person appreciate her own slow pace, a cat who draws blood nightly and lack of time to get a decent manicure.
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