Ya'll, I have a problem. It's an obsession really. A compulsion I cannot control.
You see, I can't stay off the internets each day, checking on the status of the Katie Holmes/Tom Cruise/Scientology debacle. Before Split (B.S., if you will....), I could not have cared less about Katie Holmes (she was NEVER Kate Holmes to me). But now?
Girlfriend is like...a badass mothafucka. For reals. We've got some serious Not Without My Daughter shit all up in da house. But seriously? When did Tom Cruise turn plum frigging crazy? Nutty as a pet coon, as my dad might say...I mean. I grew up in the 80s. I watched him in The Outsiders (but we all know Tommy Howell was the REAL hunk in that movie). Loved T.C. in Top Gun. Hell, even in Mission Impossible. But then? He because couch-jumping certifiable. That was the moment for me. Gross, just gross.
I never bought the Katie/Tom union for one second. I thought she was a Stepford Wife just like everyone else did. Who knew she would turn out to be a friggin Ninja? The original Real Housewife of The Jedi Warrior.
So everyday I hop on and do my Katie search, just to see what's what. And you know what? I am ashamed to admit I was a little disappointed they settled so quickly. Is he really that compliant, or does she REALLLLLLY have some dirt on him he doesn't want out? Methinks it's the latter.
Puh-leeeeze tell me I'm not the only one obsessed with this. And more importantly, where are you getting the best scoopage? Inquiring minds want to know.
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