Thursday, March 25, 2004

Maybe I'm shallow, but looking at celebrities without makeup is like crystal meth for me.

Upon every click, I find that my self-esteem flies sky high. It's sad, I know. But it feels so good to say to myself, "Hey, is that Beyonce with a mustache?" or "Wow, Yasmeen Bleeth looks like a potato."

Ooh, time to sniff again.

Oh, also yelled at a big time politican yesterday. She called the Spectator and I just so happened to be at the city desk to answer, and I said, "No, Sheila Copps does not work here. You have the wrong number, ma'am."

After much confusion, I get a, "No, I am Sheila Copps!"

Whoops!

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