|TATT QUEEN KAT VON D IS SHAKEN UP |
by the fact that she has a stalker.
One would think it would take a little more
than that to faze a woman whose skin has
survived a gallon of ink and Jesse James' fingers.
Kat even knows his name ... Michael Nunn (and I don't know about you but that does NOT say "stalker" to me; he needs a much more sinister-sounding name if he ever expects to be taken seriously) ... although Kat just calls him "dude." Which, if you ever watched her eerily fascinating show Miami Ink, you are aware she calls everyone. Even her mom. "Whoa! DUDE! You rock! Totally love that friggin' birthday python you sent me!"
Anyway, Kat and her 700 tattoos are so spooked by the stalker's behaviour that they've gone to court to seek an injunction against him. And I'm like, dude, seriously? Because you'd think that a woman who willingly endured 3,000 needles and sex with Jesse James would immediately recognize this guy as what he so obviously is: husband material!
Editor's note: I can't decide if I am repulsed or intrigued by those temple tattoos. Also, is it just me or is this woman a dead ringer for the naughty version of Neve Campbell?
My note: It's just you.