Another sigh

Ah, yes. To add to my current list of why I do not get "Rolling Stone" magazine, and invest my hard-earned money into the verbal stylings of Hollywood starlets (see blog re: Sienna Miller a few days ago), here's some added fodder, thanks to MSN Entertainment:

"Things just got a little tougher for the nation's teachers thanks to Fergie, who is sharing her fondness for making up new words. "I love imitating instruments," the "Fergalicious"-spouting singer tells Rolling Stone. "Sometimes you can't understand what I'm saying because I'm going for an instrumental sound. It would ruin the sound if I pronunciated correctly." And yes, "pronunciated" is apparently an amalgamation of "enunciated" and "pronounced." Then there's "risiculous," which Fergie explains thusly: "When something is so, so sick, it's risiculous. It's sick and ridiculous. Risiculous. See, I have my own dictionary." She also declares that she's "not that categorizable, if that's a word." As the mag helpfully points out, it's not. And for those who have guiltily yet oh-so-gleefully shared that picture of Fergie rocking a suspicious stain on her pants during a Black Eyed Peas concert, she blames it on "being buzzed" and not getting a bathroom break. So now you know."

I'm sitting here thanking my lucky stars that I'm a real-live normal human being, who uses Merriam-Webster and the bathroom, whichever is needed, appropriately. My disappointment here lies with her boyfriend, Josh Duhamel, a past hottie on my list. Seriously? You could've done better with a paper clip. Dating me would have been an epic upgrade. But, alas, now I am taken by a wonderful man. And you are left with that bed. Have fun sleeping in it, Mr. Duhamel. Just don't get too close...apparently she wets herself...EW!