The newest trend catching on in Tinsleytown is unadulterated, cockeye-ded, old school, CRAZY. It’s a great accessory when you’re spiraling downward into the abyss of nothingness and has-been-ness. Now understand, I don’t mean slightly cooky or peculiar behaviour either, I mean Joan Collins “Mommy Dearest”, trigger finger Phil Spector, Ike Turner cracked out UFC shennaniganed, Marlon Brando crazy. I mean soup sandwhich crazy. As you all know, I’m not really into talking about people……*crickets*…….but I think that some interventions and shock therapy sessions are in order – OR – maybe something more midevil like bleeding with leeches……….can we do that anymore?

Amy Winehouse looks like she’s two puffs away from dying in her own sick, Kanye’s rockin’ that homeless/crazed sorority girl killer/serial rapist look that’s so HOT right now, Lindseys sadomasochistic fall is being chronicled by the ever affectionate tabloids, Lauryn Hill is 3 wings and a case of salmonella short of a family bucket from KFC and Gary Busey………well…….let’s just say that no one can convince me that he’s not burying bodies in his backyard or eating the flesh of the dead, now that’s certifiable!

- Z’maji of HauteBlogXOXO

Actor Gary Busey arrives at the 80th annual Academy Awards, the Oscars, in Hollywood, February 24, 2008. REUTERS/Lucas Jackson (UNITED STATES-OSCARS)