pammyland

Give a point to Jennifer Aniston this week, my friends. For some time now, in the competition to not be the ex who dies alone and miserable, Brad Pitt, with his power-stacked pregnant girlfriend and good karma from starving orphans worldwide, had taken a serious lead.

But not these days.

Brad Pitts is miserable, "sources" say. He hates his and Angelina's high rise apartment in a pedestrian section of Paris. A man who claims to regularly serve Brad coffee says, "Americans come to Paris looking for romance and beauty – they won't get much of that living here. The plumbing in this building is very bad and sometimes you get a sickly, cabbage-like smell filling the entire place."

Brad also is suffering at the hands and temper of Angelina. She's demanding, they argue, she takes the kids and storms out, and he shows up at fancy restaurants with friends looking haggard and worn. He still wants to set a wedding date, which she's refusing.

Sigh. Poor Brad.

And Jennifer? In addition to the resort getaways with Vince Vaughn, for the first time in years, actually is getting good reviews on a movie. I'm almost proud of her.