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this is the type of “news” i live for, i’m telling you!
today, for reasons we’ll probably never know or understand, the doll did a live broadcast from the pretty people studios about her foray into the loony bin. she was basically the 2k18 lisa rowe.
again, not sure what prompted this desire to spill all the beans and let all the cats out of their bags, but it happened. she started by saying, “you know that movie girl, interrupted?” and us, the audience, nodded slowly and apprehensively. “well, that was my 2018.” let’s not lie, doll - it was probably a chunk of your 2019 too.
baby babble went on to say that she was hospitalized and sent to rehab after her PR agent said she “just took a bit too many pills” and that jimmy kiss found her on the bathroom floor. apparently she was unresponsive, even to some of her favorite words : foilie, lollies, spliff, fizzy drink, sugar, punk rock, kiss, etc.
at that point, jimmy decided to 5150 her and have her hospitalized for 48 hours that, um, led to several months. “i wasn’t eating,” she said, “just drinking tea and smoking spliffs.” she forgot to mention the many nights of being cracked-out, playing magical tunes off her glass trombone.
she mentioned the possibility of turning her days in the cuckoo’s nest into a memoir, but said that under the recommendation of her doctors, it wasn’t “the right time.”
but it is the right time for some anti-psychotics, it sounds!
she ended her trip down memory lane that lead to the nuthouse with, “but i’m all better now. i’m allowed to have yogurt, a cup of soup and…hazelnuts. and when i go for therapy, they let me play with the cats - when i first got there, i was on the third floor because they thought i was going to jump out the window.” cool! yeah, she sounds 100% better.
……NOT! psyche! please pray 4 her.