Consider this my random rambling asshole post
- This week = the Jaime Fire Sale. Everything must go! If it was ever in my body, it must be ejected with extreme force. I spent the earlier part of this week sick with a stomach bug, last night I had a coughing fit in which I'm pretty sure one of my kidneys shot out of me and I've been blowing my nose all morning with thoroughly disgusting results.
- That being said, you know how when you blow your nose a lot (or in Lindsay Lohan's case, snort enough coke to kill a small land mammal), your skin gets really tender and raw? Do not, repeat, DO NOT try to alleviate this with Bath and Body Works Warm Vanilla Sugar Lotion. It feels like a volcano sploodged on you.
That being said, I'd say it's fairly safe to ascertain that lately, I've been feeling like this:
Not so cute, right?
Last night, though? I get out of the shower, Dan looks at me and says, "You look a little like Natalie Portman."
The boy is thoroughly delusional, of course. I mean, if you put Natalie Portman on one end of the looks spectrum and Amy Winehouse on the other, I'd probably be closer to Portman, but I hardly think I resemble her. However, when it comes to saying the right thing at the right time and making me feel better when I feel thoroughly lousy, I've gotta say -- that Natalie Portman comment was right on the money.
