It's one night where it's all about the dress. Many great blogs and commentary exist about the Academy Awards 2008 but here's mine. Remember, I don't get out much.
See, I don't think you should do this. It's too much like Queen Isabella launching an explorer's ship. Go with God, Chris, and I hope that rat-infested heap can make it to Aruba. Not only that, but wearing this thing, never mind walking anywhere, and especially never mind having to visit the loo--has to be such a pain. Perhaps the Easter-themed Mars Bar in her hand will serve as a weapon.
PLANT MY FLAG IN FARAWAY LANDS, DUDE.
I'M JULIE CHRISTIE AND I CAN'T AFFORD AN IRON.
SEE MY SHOULDER?
TARGET IS SO GIVING ME AN ENDORSEMENT DEAL.
I'M CAMERON DIAZ AND I CAN'T AFFORD A HAIRDRESSER.
Folies Bergere or Grecian Urn? You decide.
I feel very strange looking at Inspector Jane Tennison like this. Doesn't she know she looks girly? And can we just say that anything with a train is bad?
FUCK YOU.
Thanks to Google and the Boston Globe. If all of these make it through, it will be a miracle for this little blogger.
A bientot
love,
b
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