This is Emmy Rossum and her boyfriend together in Malibu. I have no idea who this guy is, but he just reeks of "aspiring screenwriter who works at Kinko's, and buys his clothes at trendy mall stores." I bet he writes her poetry. Or he must have a 15 incher. There's got to be some explanation for why Emmy would fuck a guy who looks like Marilyn Manson's uglier, less-cool little brother.
Emmy, you are a beautiful movie actress. Why does your boyfriend look like a gawky adolescent trying for his first kiss at the junior-high dance? I bet his breath smells like Doritos. Got to be 15 inches at least. Nobody's that good a poet.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007