Friday, January 28, 2005

Oh, dear Lord!

I just walked to Starbucks to get a grande, skinny, mint flavoured mocha. On the way I listened to "Toxic" by Britney Spears on my iPod. As I walked I imagined myself as Britney-as-flight attendant in the video, specifically the section where she pulls the ugly fat bloke into the toilet and then pulls his mask off to reveal a hot, ripped stud. I think that I may have actually been mouthing the words "you're toxic, I'm slipping under" as I walked and even did a kind of little Spears wiggle.

Will someone please shoot me now?

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