Someone please save Whitney Houston

First of all, please save her from that thing attacking her head, then someone else can start getting her off the crack. I'm not saying she needs to quit cold tukey, but maybe if Bobby Christina started sneaking more and more baking soda in her stash, she'd eventually be weaned off it.

"The once-stunning Grammy winner was photographed at an Atlanta gas station at 4 a.m. one morning last month, looking disheveled and bizarre in pajama bottoms, a $50,000 fur coat and a messy wig."

This behavior isn't unusual for Whitney, and honestly, at 4 am, pulling a coat over your pajamas and heading to the gas station for a Butterfinger is well within the boundaries of normalcy. But what I find remarkable is how clear it's become that Whitney, not Bobby, is the train wreck in that relationship.

"But sources close to Brown say the ex-New Edition crooner is up to date on child support payments to his ex-galpal and Stoughton resident Kim Ward, who has two of Bobby’s kids. Brown even made a whopping payment to the kids’ college funds last fall, ending years of delinquency."

I think it's cool that she still smiles for the camera though. Class act.

[Boston Herald]