BELLY BUTTON!!!
I feel kinda dirty for doing this post. But it was too funny and odd a subject to ignore. Of course, she is in a billion million times better shape than anyone who will probably read this, but we can all still get a little chuckle over her (should be pixilated over for the sake of children) belly button. She may be famous, fit and rich…but deep down she’s just another sideshow carny.
I hear scratching on the other side of the wall. (Earlier thought to be mice. Now thought to be the desperate scratching of a possessed hipster living across the hall.)
There are also grunt noises like that chick did in “The Exorcism of Emily Rose”. CrEePy…
I hope she doesn’t die or anything…
I have no patience for the smell of a rotting corpse seeping through the walls.
That and if she dies than the demon might try and posses me. THEN I’d be pissed!
does the NYC Subway map look like a man’s head??
Take a look at this and tell me if you agree:
occasionally looks to my side at the invisible studio audience/TV audience of my life and give them “that look” when someone or something worth looking at the audience occurs?
This is my "please sympathize with me, invisible/nonexistent audience" face.
I do it about once I week. Depending on the week, I guess.
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