It feels like 100 degrees in SoCal right now meaning it’s too hot to wear anything much less a bra. Seems Christina Ricci agrees with me. She went braless while walking out of 101 Coffee Shop in Los Feliz this afternoon. Man, I bet she were me, a handsome blogger, right now. I’m not even wearing pants. I’m just sitting here spread eagle in my boxers facing the front door until my roommates come home.

Christina Ricci and her fivehead broke off her engagement with comedian Owen Benjamin after the two got into an argument at Owen’s birthday party. They reevaluated things and broke off the engagement.

Another source close to the actress says the pair called off the engagement before last week. “They really are still close,” adds the source. “They talk almost every day. It was a very mature decision and they both felt good about it. They’re definitely still friends.”

Owen must be really sad. Now he has to buy a hammer to hammer nails with and find a new counter top to open beer bottles on. You never know what you have until you lose it. Goodbye forever Christina Ricci’s forehead.

Christina Ricci and her fivehead did Craig Ferguson the other day and she looked really doable. I don’t know if it was her dress that did it for me or just the fact that her feet couldn’t reach the ground which made her look like a five-year-old. Wait, no. Forget I even mentioned the last one. I don’t need that blowhard judge on my ass again.

Christina Ricci headed out to the beach in Malibu to dance around in the water. Many described her splashing as child-like, messy and completely uncoordinated as well as unsophisticated. Amateur.

Christina Ricci is a big fan of Jessica Biel’s perfectly rotund ass. You could bounce a quarter off that! The five foot (is that midget size?) actress tells UK Elle her butt envy blossomed during filming for Speed Racer where she had to wear hot pants.

“I asked my trainer, ‘Can you give me Jessica Biel’s butt?’” the actress – who starred with Biel’s beau Timberlake in last year’s Black Snake Moan – tells the U.K. edition of Elle. “I want a bigger butt.”

Regardless, Christina has learned to be happy with what she has despite suffering from anorexia as a teenager.

“Young girls have body issues and I was not exception, except that I happened to be famous,” the 28-year-old says. “I conquered it, but it stays with you. I do not starve myself now – my weakness is candy and sweets. It’s my only vice!”

“I do not want to waste one more minute of my life feeling bad about the way I look,” she explains. “If you’re obsessed with how you look in your bikini, you’re not going to have much fun at the beach.”

Even though Christina won’t weigh herself, there are other ways she can make sure she’s not gaining pounds. If a 10 mph wind blows her back more than five feet, then she’s in a good weight range. If it blows her back less than five feet, then maybe it’s time to seriously consider removing that lower intestine.

During filming of her new film Penelope, Christina Ricci faced off with a chimp named Chim Chim who came dangerously close to tearing her boob off. Christina explains,

“I’m afraid of monkeys but I had decided not to be afraid of this monkey because no one else is: ‘Everyone else thinks he’s awesome so just be cool.’ It’s the first day of shooting and I have this kitchen scene where I’m sitting down and the monkey is sitting right next to me.

“Of course it freaks out during the take and grabs my left breast and will not let go, and he’s so strong. I’m thinking, ‘This thing is gonna rip it’s hand away and I will no longer have a boob there!’

“I’m so freaked out and the whole rest of the actors are turned around so no one sees that this has happened to me and I’m like, ‘Help, help’ as quietly and calmly as possible so this thing does not freak out any further.

“Finally they got him off me but my fear is completely validated and I did not go near him for the rest of the shoot… Monkeys are crazy and you never what they’ll grab onto; I don’t like unpredictable animals.”

Monkeys are seriously horny animals. I was at the zoo one time and saw two of them going at. Then a little kid ran up to the glass and started banging on it shouting, “Stop. Stop hurting her monkey!,” and that’s when I pushed him to the ground and stole his ice cream cone. Stupid kid. That’ll teach him to have a cute reaction to monkey sex.

It seems Christina Ricci’s been around forever. I remember her in the Addams Family. That was a fine piece of cinematic glory. Interesting note: She’s Trixie in the new Speed Racer movie. Hard to believe she’s almost 30! Unlike the rest of young Hollywood, she’s stayed out of the gossip columns. No drugs, no crotch shots, no issues besides a past eating disorder and sending nude shots of herself to directors. She’s also the National Spokesperson for the Rape, Abuse & Incest National Network (RAINN). Hmmm…hard to joke about, so let’s all commend her.

Even better than all that, she’s figured out a way to cover up that landing pad of a forehead. Just like the Great Wall, it’s possible to see that thing from outer space. How will the aliens land now? That was their lighthouse and now it’s gone. How do I know? The voices told me so. *points to forehead* – Captain Swarthy

Christina Ricci last week spent the day poolside in a bikini. Two words. Huge forehead. That is all.

Christina Ricci is a serious actress. Her role in Black Snake Moan required her to be nude and as such, she handled it like a pro. Christina was so committed to her role that she would refuse to put her clothes back on in between takes.

“I didn’t cover up between shots because I had to get used to being like that and get into the way (my character) was thinking,” Ricci told the London Mirror. “It didn’t matter to her whether she had clothes on or not, so I needed to lose any self-conscious affectations.”

I don’t know if I can get with this. She looks part alien now and I’m at that point in my life where I’m not ready for an anal probe. Maybe it’s the haircut that says, “I’m not of this Earth.” Who knows? What I do know is my haircut says, “Too Sexy.” I glued the rhinestones in yesterday. Damn I’m hip.

I admit Christina Ricci was growing on me a couple of months ago. Then this happens. She shows up at the Metropolitan Museum of Art Costume Institute Gala looking like a whored out E.T. Meaning, if I stuffed her into my bicycle basket and rode over a cliff, I probably wouldn’t fly. Instead, my body would fall just long enough to reach terminal velocity before hitting the ground with an anticlimactic thud. Fortunately, my plan wasn’t to cast an unfamiliar shadow in front of the moon. It would be much more devious. When the police find a spatula big enough to pry my pancaked head from the ground, I’d grab the officer by the collar and gurgle, “Did I kill it? God, tell me I killed it.”

Here we have Christina Ricci in Player. I have issues with that forehead. It’s almost big enough for Jon Travolta to land his private jet on. The LAPD could use that thing as a battering ram.

The whole purpose of Black Snake Moan is watching Samuel L. Jackson yell at a half-naked Christina Ricci. It goes to show Hollywood still has some original ideas…kind of. In this clip, Christina Ricci has sex with Justin Timberlake. It lasts less than a minute with no payoff making it the most disappointing minute of my life. The least she could do is throw in some moans. The word is in the damn title.

I think these stills from Black Snake Moan are kind of old, but they’re new to me. Christina Ricci plays Rae, a victim of childhood sexual abuse looking for love and befriending a “God-fearing bluesman” named Lazarus, played by Samuel L. Jackson. Judging by a few of these stills, Britney Spears in her K-Fed years would have been perfect for this. That’s if she was less tubby and had a bigger tramp stamp. Oh and if she had an ounce of acting talent. The white trashness would have been spot on though. More after the jump.