Well, so, hi! I've sort of... forgotten how to do this? Someday I'll tell you ALL about why I haven't been here in the last... 2 1/2 months? Huh. Well, anyway.
So, the world has officially ceased to make sense. I realized today, after checking the hilarious Fug Blog (http://fuggingitup.blogspot.com) that I am, indeed, officially empirically more attractive than Britney Spears. Federline. Whatever.
Oh, sure, when she has an Event and her publicists and stylists and whatnot get her to put down the chalupa long enough to bathe her, clothe her and put some expensive makeup on her, she's way hotter. But on her own?
Do you think it's because she's never had to take care of her hair/clothes/looks/body on her own without a regiment of Britney-police until she's now... you know... become a woman or something, that she clearly doesn't grasp the finer points of fashion, hygiene, or self-respect on her own?
It makes me wonder how fantabulous I would look if I had the stylists and the jack.
