After reading the news of Will.I.Am’s alleged assault on Perez Hilton (the thought of which just makes me giddy), I feel like I need Seth Meyers to do one of his “Really?” news bits from Saturday Night Live.  Literally, aside from giggling and imagining the hurt that could rain down on Perez from a Black Eyed Peas beat down, all I could do while reading about this was say repeatedly, “…really?”

First of all, when I get smacked up (which is, like, all the time), I don’t think about ways of fitting my injury into a Tweet.  I do, however, think about calling the police.  And getting a hug from my mom.  Police first, though.  Unlike everyone’s favorite Gossip Queen, I wouldn’t think of calling the police via Twitter (or assume that the PoPo are following me/checking their Twitterfeed every 4 seconds).  I’m pretty sure the seven people following me on Twitter don’t care if I’m bleeding and Tweeting at the same time (although…what an accomplishment, no?). Read More »