I'm having a little difficulty understanding what the hell was going on during Emmy Rossum's jog the other day. Sure, she's dressed appropriately in her sports bra and sexy little shorts, but what's up with the giant, black umbrella? Who thinks to bring an umbrella from the '30s with them on a jog around 21st century LA in mid summer? And what's the deal with Irish vampire boy there pushing the stroller with the multicultural baby duo? Shouldn't that guy be bursting into flames as he's hauled away for abducting some gay couple's adopted brood? Whatever is going on, I really hope that's a pedometer Emmy was adjusting on her ankle and not some court ordered tracking device. Otherwise Emmy has quite the adept publicity control team, as I haven't heard of her doing anything that would require the state to be monitoring her movements. It's clear there's just some general wackiness going on in Emmy's life, which instantly became meaningless once she made the gesture of bending over to adjust her mystery device. Now I just wish I was part of her weird life.
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