Kanye West has a Bigger Ego than I do!

Oh the VMA’s. What can I say about the VMAs that hasn’t already been said? Poor Taylor Swift. That Kanye West has an even bigger ego than I do. And that’s saying a lot. I’ll just say this, if Kanye had done something like that to me, the Queen of music and video making, I would’ve ripped him a new one! Taylor’s young but she’ll learn the attitude she needs to have in this business.

Unfortunately, I was unable to attend the VMAs since I am out of the country getting ready to kick off my world tour. However, I got all the info using my MacBook Pro. I swear I couldn’t survive without my laptop. It also keeps me in contact with all you fans out there! And for those of you wondering what a fashionista like me thought of the evening’s fashion choices, I say that no one sparkled like me in my new Sequin Tank Dress. And while I admit… dare I say it… that Lady Gaga has a swagger all her own, the blood thing was too much. I mean, why destroy a perfectly good outfit? See ya on tour!

Only a True Diva Would do Date Night at a Night Club…

Wow – this week I’ve been trippin’. Between planning for my next album drop, going thru a million scripts to find my next blockbuster to star in, and attending costume fittings for my upcoming world tour (No I will NOT be sporting any hooded leotards or Kermit the Frog get-ups, but trust me, I’ve got some looks that will definitely put Ms.GaGa to shame… ), I’ve been running around like a madwoman. Now that it’s hump day (yup, that means WEDNESDAY, for all y’all with the dirty minds out there), I feel like I can finally let loose and celebrate a bit.

I know some people (ahem, Saige) celebrate a long week of work by doing some of that zen yogalates business, but lighting a couple of scented candles and stretching for long periods of time doesn’t really get me goin’. So that’s why I hooked up a nice romantic evening for MYSELF at h.wood (the hottest l’il club for all you babydolls who aren’t in the know) tonight, complete with a bottle of Cris on the rocks. I know most girls’ idea of a romantic evening includes Thai takeout, a bottle of John Duval Plexus 2006 and their loved one… but Kip didn’t bring me back anything good from Ireland, so now he’s gotta suffer.

I can’t wait to wear my brand new Joan long zippered skirt with a pair of killer Louboutins… and I promise I’ll blame my insanely tiny waist on my outfit, and not my daily kickboxing lessons at the Sports Club/LA.