Prom Night
How much like the prom is Ocar Night? Pretty much completely, isn't it?
It's one night where it's all about the dress. Many great blogs and commentary exist about the Academy Awards 2008 but here's mine. Remember, I don't get out much.
See, I don't think you should do this. It's too much like Queen Isabella launching an explorer's ship. Go with God, Chris, and I hope that rat-infested heap can make it to Aruba. Not only that, but wearing this thing, never mind walking anywhere, and especially never mind having to visit the loo--has to be such a pain. Perhaps the Easter-themed Mars Bar in her hand will serve as a weapon.
PLANT MY FLAG IN FARAWAY LANDS, DUDE.
I'M JULIE CHRISTIE AND I CAN'T AFFORD AN IRON.
SEE MY SHOULDER?
TARGET IS SO GIVING ME AN ENDORSEMENT DEAL.
I'M CAMERON DIAZ AND I CAN'T AFFORD A HAIRDRESSER.
Folies Bergere or Grecian Urn? You decide.
I feel very strange looking at Inspector Jane Tennison like this. Doesn't she know she looks girly? And can we just say that anything with a train is bad?
FUCK YOU.
Thanks to Google and the Boston Globe. If all of these make it through, it will be a miracle for this little blogger.
A bientot
love,
b
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