A friend of Nicole Ritchie told the New York Post that Nicole is definitely pregnant.

I feel like I've got this anti-marriage thing, but it's less that and more I'm overthinking it to get it right.

It's just a campy blast. I just want to do as little as I can and make it good, and try not to sell out. I'm sure I will, but I'm just trying to postpone it.

Everyone is so weird in L.A. that if you're somewhat normal, it's exotic.

Gossip is a plague that consumes weak, gullible people and blinds them from the truth of reality; it can devour entire city's. I prefer keeping my eyes wide open.

On Sundays, I lay low, sulk a lot, and try to get my head together for next week.

How do you lay low but still do your job? Try to stay out there without being out there like Jenny McCarthy?