When Katie recently lunched at her favorite restaurant, L.A.'s Joan's on Third, it was obvious that something was terribly wrong. She seemed exhausted, her skin was pale, and she looked feeble and emaciated. "She gave us a weak smile and wave before leaving out the back door," says an eyewitness at the restaurant. Once outside, a confused and unsteady Katie braced herself against the door frame before her bodyguard carefully guided her into a waiting SUV."
Eat then, you dumb bitch. NO ONE feels sorry for you, plus, you look like a man now.
"Oh hahahahah!!!!!!!!! We're so cool!!!!"
However, the reason for Katie's health problems appears to be Lil' Man himself. You think? Too bad. You married the little elf, he's your prob.
To complicate matters even further, while Tom goes off for days at a time ("His rule is 'You can be with me, but don't ask about it,'" says a source). Katie doesn't want to know. Hahahahahah!!!!! Gay stuff. Duh. Hey Robot girl, want to watch me and my gay friends frolic around? Or, stay with my MOM, the hideously grinning Mary Lee! I. LIKE. HER. CHOICES.
Katie is overseeing the interior design of their lavish $35 million Beverly Hills mansion. "To him, the home is a status symbol," says a source, "so it's on Katie's shoulders to pull off something beyond magnificent, something Tom can brag about. She's giving herself headaches thinking about it and making herself sick." Oh boo hoo. A mansion to decorate. How will she survive!!
