Katie, Katie, Katie…what the hell did you get yourself into?!
Speaking of which, the following report on the state of Ms. Holmes and Cruisazy’s union is from E! gossip Ted Casablanca’s The Awful Truth (and, no, we don’t always understand all of his “humpy” expressions, but you get the picture):
Just wanted to comment on all this biz in the press lately about how very exacting Tommy-babe is supposed to be with his Katie-poo.
Well, let’s ask a few things in the process, shall we?
Why does Andrew Morton’s book on the “supposedly” controlling T.C. appear to be stuck in Nowhereville? It was due to come out last fall, I was told; now, I hear, Andy’s still “writing” it. I also want to point out here that A.M.—famous for writing all about the infamous Diana, Princess of Wales—has said going up against the lethally tough royal family was a “walk in Hyde Park” compared to snooping out Tom Cruise.
Why’s that, Mr. Cee?
Why, back at that Mentoring charity event I mentioned a few days ago (the one where certain table-hoppers claimed T. ‘n’ K. had “zero chemistry”), were there hardly any clips of any flicks Tom did with his ex, Nicole Kidman? Is making a film with your wife under the tutelage of Stanley Kubrick the equivalent of directorial chopped liver, or something?
Why do Katie’s Ohioan friends and fam, according to my über-trusty Desk Toledo, claim all talk of Katie Cruise is now verboten—she’s simply not mentioned anymore? Hmmm. Good questions, I’d say, when trying to figure out our original query.
Wow, just wow.
Thanks to Shadow Girl for the tip!
[Photos via I’m Not Obsessed]
