You got a purty mouth

Last night, around 10:30, Robert called me to say that he just had dinner at some chic joint on the lower east side, where he saw my future husband- Joaquin Phoenix- and his fake girlfriend (she's only for the cameras- I'm the real thing), dining. Robert has ALWAYS teased me for loving Joaquin and his scarred lip, but that hasn't stopped by love from flowing all over the place. Seriously. I mean take a look:






Mmmmmmmmm.


Robert's plan was to druken and slurringly approach my man and say, "Aren't you River Phoenix?" I kind of wish he had done it- then maybe he could have at least touched him.