There are days when mustering up the enthusiasm to reblog Jackles is tiresome. Especially after all the fun photo-shopping hijinks of last night.
Can't we just do some more of these? Thanks, loyal RBNS reader!
But here we go, okay. In the last 24 hours:
1. Jackles bailed out of attending the screening of a documentary in which she is revealed to be a face-injecting crazy lady. She pretended she wanted to go but she is noble and NICE, people, and so instead decided to play Florence Nightingale to her poor sick friend in Boston because "no one should ever be alone in a hospital." Many are skeptical and feel [REDACTED] was used once again for PR purposes, his unfortunate circumstances allowing Jackles to save face by skipping the embarrassing screening. She Tweeted one of the filmmakers to say she's so sorry she missed it or she wished she'd been there or some such shit. As if.
2. New York Magazine put Jackles right next to Spencer Pratt as being one of the most banal and insipid navel-gazing Tweeters on Planet Twitter. This must have severely stung; we recall her lobbying at some point to win some ridiculous Best Twitterer award. It's clear she believes her Tweets are as clever and witty as can be. She shook off the pain and gamely tried to make jokes about it that, as always, are too boring and unmemorable to reblog. But she really, truly is like the female, Internet version of Spencer Pratt, isn't she?
3. Once again she promised a prize to whomever could suggest a chaise lounge for her little balcony so she can suntan. How many people does she promise prizes to every week? Does she ever deliver? How come we rarely ever hear about it again? You know if she dragged her ass in its figure-skater skirt down to the nearest post office to mail someone an umbrella she'd blog every moment and tell us how awesome she is for doing it. And as for the chaise lounge, we thought she was moving in with her "high school debate/science partner who just graduated from Princeton and has been hired by a prestigious financial institution" or however the fuck it was that she constantly described that poor woman who might soon be on the receiving end of her crazy.
So many questions.