Have you ever wondered if there was more to life, other than being really, really, ridiculously good looking?
July 31, 2009
(Spoiler Alert: No, There Isn't.)
(Also Known As: Inexplicable Photo Essay Number 7,895: In Which My Children Have Disastrously Short Careers As Male Models)
(Also Also Known As: Wow, Amy, You've Already Used An Ungodly Number Of Colons)
WHERE IS MY VITAMIN WATER?
SERIOUSLY, IF MY ASSISTANT IS NOT BACK HERE IN FIVE MINUTES WITH VITAMIN WATER, I WILL PUNCH SOMEONE IN THE NECK.
I'm sorry I was wack. Now I shall pose.
But have you noticed how insanely long my legs are all of a sudden? You do not want to get into a walk-off with me.
And I'm done. Now someone please fire off a press release about my "exhaustion."
(Confidential to Catherine: PET MAH LIZAAAARD!)
Hey. What up?
No Vitamin Water theatrics from me, as I'm new on the scene. Young. Fresh. Hungry.
NOM NOM NOM AAAHHGRGRAAAASHHLURP.
What? Like it's my fault I'm so good-looking that even my reflection is delicious.