Yesterday I took the day off from blogging to spend time at Universal Studios with visiting out-of-town friends.  But no day seems to be without a celebrity sighting these days. Before I left for Universal, my morning started with me running smack into Ray Lewis of the Baltimore Ravens while I was taking my dog for her morning walk. Not sure what he is doing in LA; he was on his cell, but still managed to throw a huge smile my way and say “hello.” I have to say ladies, he is one fine looking man in person.  Seconds later, I ran into a sad Jake Pavelka who was trying to dodge pesty paparazzi that were trying to take pictures of him on the day a nasty gossip story about him was sold to Star Magazine by his ex-fiance, Vienna Girardi.

I won’t tell you what Jake told me about the situation; but I will say that I felt horrible for him and gave him one big huge hug to make him feel better 😉 Don’t hate. But, we should all be so lucky that when our relationships end as they oft do, our ex’s won’t sell nasty lies to a tabloid for $50,000. Yup, that’s what Vienna did.

So, after all this excitement and hoopla, unto Universal Studios I finally went at 12 noon. This week has been filled with lots of accidents in the celebrity world, and the self-made Celeb Magnet was not spared from the mayhem.

First, Katy Perry suffered a mysterious injury at the MuchMusic Awards, requiring 17 stitches. Then, Lady Gaga took a tumble at Heathrow Airport when strutting on the non-fashion runway on her ridiculously high platform boots.

Then, there was I, the ever-injured Celeb Magnet. I was brutally attacked by a huge, bulgy-eyed, gappy-toothed, scary-looking yellow square cheesy-looking monster, better known by some as SpongeBob SquarePants. I ran into SpongeBob at Universal Studios and he, she, it (?), asked me to give him, her, it a hug. And when I did, he poked me. Right in the eye. With his protruding nose. Oh boy. Only me. Can I sue Universal? Or better yet, can I sell my story to Star Magazine? Here is my proof below. Click on the pic to see my agony in its full glory. And the little yellow bugger is adding insult to my injury by waving me goodbye: