Angelina Jolie showcased some fresh ink on her upper arm at the New York premiere of “The Changeling” Saturday night. The Daily Mail says

Wearing a tight, strapless black dress, Angelina showed off her trim figure, as well as two new additions to the tattoo on her arm. The actress [has added] the longitude and latitude co-ordinates of the birthplace of her twins, Vivienne and Knox [to the already existing tattoo of the birthplace co-ordinates of her other four children].

At the rate she and Brad are going, Angie’s gonna wind up with a full biker-style sleeve and have to resort to prison-style finger tattoos. And while sexy on the former-gang-member-turned-poet you may or may not have dated during your anti-establishment phase in college, having more numbers inked on your body than a card catalog doesn’t really get most men hot. Unless the numbers just happen to be all the rankings and stats of their Fantasy Football team, you’re probably better off just sticking with with the cleavage.

At the NYFW Centerpiece Screening of The Changeling Saturday night:

Out and about in New York City the night before:

Angelina Jolie finally emerged in New York today with two-year old daughter Shiloh in tow while preparing for next week’s premiere of her new movie “The Changeling.” Why is this newsworthy? Because it’s the first time Angelina has been photographed since giving birth to the twins almost three months ago. But all that’s about to change, thanks to Brad-mandated therapy. Star Magazine says

After months of stress and turmoil, a weary, frustrated Brad Pitt has put his foot down and has forced Angelina Jolie to get professional help. Brad… put her in therapy to get her to eat, get out of the house and put an end to her intense mood swings. “Angelina didn’t want to accept the fact that she was struggling after the twins were born and was really resistant to Brad’s pleas for her to get help,” an insider tells Star. “But she finally agreed.”

The mother of six has been unhappy with her body and has hardly been eating. “She still thinks she’s fat,” says a source. “She barely touches the food that is brought to her. She clearly has a problem with her self-image. She’s lost some of the baby weight but thinks she still has fat on her stomach. Brad tells her she doesn’t and thinks it’s all in her head, but she still thinks she sees it.”

And there you go, boys. The ticket to a woman’s undying affection? Get another man involved in her life — make her see a shrink. Some overpriced doctor who’s willing to dole out happy pills and sit enraptured by her “thoughts” and “feelings” so you don’t have to. ‘Cause God knows that shit is lame. I know I’ve always depended on the other men in my life to keep my marriage afloat. Captain Morgan, Jack Daniels and Ben Dodiazepines, that is. Those bastards have never let me down!