No rehab for Demi. Instead the actress is seeking "spiritual counseling" in the wake of last week's health emergency. Don't even ask me what "spiritual counseling" means. Talking to a priest? Doing yoga? Letting John Travolta hook her up to an e-meter? It could be anything. The spiritual counselor, whoever they/it are, only needs to tell Demi one thing: grow the fuck up. People don't suck on nitrous oxide because they're spiritually bereft, they do it because they're shallow and lame and can't deal with getting old. Demi should get herself drunk and laid. That's all the spiritual counseling she needs.
I'm sick of reading about this dumb-ass, and I'm even sicker of reading about Ashton Kutcher. All the coverage on Ashton is the same shit right now. Ashton is too busy partying to rush to Demi's side! Ashton doesn't care that Demi is on a crazed nitrous oxide binge! Ashton is a callous evil bastard! Well guess what ninnies? They broke up! It isn't Ashton's job to give a shit about this stupid twat anymore. SHE threw HIM out, remember? So now he's supposed to come rushing back every time she has a little psychological hiccup? Stop it. Ashton should live his life...far far away from that silly woman he used to fuck.