Michelle’s arms should be in charge of the bailout.

Um, I now deeply want a deep plum silk top and skirt ensemble. She is GORGEOUS, per usual. We should be used to it at this point, but DAMN. Can we please make her into a hybrid car or something and save Detroit?

On a side note, I know the blogging has really been shit-tay as of late. Hopefully this will end soon. And get READY because tonight I plan to blog about the Oscars. YEAH I KNOW. Who gives a what if it was four days ago? I have a lot to say about Reese’s HIDEOUS dress (can Michelle style her?) and the Brangalina/Johnny Mayerpants showdown. Also, regardless of how terrible le musical number was (why must we sing and dance AT THE OSCARS??), nothing makes me happier than watching my girl B dance around stage in a red sequined leotard and heels. She is Yum.

But for now I have to go to Cambridge to meet my sassy and tranny British acting teacher and practice a Shakespeare monologue that I butchered in front of my whole class last week. Fun times.