Should I even bother addressing the thin postings lately?
Well, at least something about me is thin.
I know, we are not supposed to say these things about ourselves. Otherwise, the UNIVERSE will not send us fabulous-ness, which is what Oprah implied when she told us about the SECRET.
I don't know how that's working out for her. Is she asking the universe for pork chops? Because it seems to be sending her a lot of them.
So, anyway, am I the only kid in school who didn't know Brigitte Bardot sang cool, dorky French pop songs?
I love this one. It's like, the song you put on when you're getting ready for a night out. It makes you want to dance around in your bra and shake your butt in the mirror and flip your hair around. Not me. You. Puhleez, I'm way too hip and ironic for that.
Excuse the unecessary boobage. Also excuse the photograph of Kylie Minogue someone slipped in there. Actually, don't excuse it. Draw a mustache on it.
Ready? Shirts off...go!