In Which Our Heroine Tries To Walk The Funny Walk
I remember posting an entry in my friends-only journal over at LJ about watching too much Fashion TV. That was more than a year ago, I think. As a result of Fashion TV, my sister and I again listened to the crazy voices in our heads and did an exaggerated version of how models walk. Our hallway became an impromptu runway, where we trotted wearing bizarre clothing combinations. Our all-time favorite attire was the banig we wrapped around me and belted.
Anyhoo, I don't suppose it's a good thing that I'm still privy to that kind of stupid behavior. Not that that ever stopped me before, me thinking something isn't good, I mean. Why just a few minutes ago, I walked to my sister's bedroom to get a brush, and next thing I know, I'm making fun of ANTM's Bre by walking fast with my legs making huge horse-like leaps. Yes, I said horse-like. I looked in the mirror while I was doing it.
That's what I get from having America's Next Top Model marathons. Again.
[By the way, just so you know, I'm home alone right now. Much as I love horsing around, pardon the pun, I wouldn't have done it if my mom was in the vicinity. As it is, she's already seen too much of my craziness.]