Wednesday, July 28, 2004

Just a quickie, today, and then I have to dash off to the ultra-glamourous Hill Country to look for crap, I mean treasures. Precious, precious treasures. From Richard "Dick" Johnson's Page Six column:

"DIVA designer Donatella Versace is in rehab for cocaine addiction.

The perpetually tanned queen of the fashion world recently quietly checked into a center for the drug-plagued at an undisclosed location, a top industry source told Page Six.

Friends said the 49-year-old designer of the family's famed clothing line has been privately battling a drug problem for years... The blond-maned designer had failed to do her usual couture show in Paris for the first time this year, setting tongues wagging that drugs may have already gotten the best of her.

But the family rep denied the couture no-show was because of Versace's drug woes. He said it was simply a company business decision."

Ooooooh, I love crazy old cokehead Donatella, she is a HOOT. Or should I say TOOT? Hee, hee. God, I love non-news like this. Brightens my day during these trying times...

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