Oh, Ellen.
I know, I know. You love the converse. You're a smart kind and a bit of a tomboy. I like you. I saw Juno. You seem smart. I think you're adorable. If I lived next door to you, we'd be hanging out, shooting the stuff all the time. And if that were the case, today I would shuffle over some time after noon with McDonald's French Fries (for the hangover) and the papers, and we'd eat six or seven bags of chips and then I'd say, "Ellen, WTF?" And you'd roll your eyes, and then I'd say, "Why didn't you ask me?" and you'd say, "because you would have told me not to wear it." And I'd say, "And?" And you would say, "and you would have been right."
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yep. and I want more Oscar fashion talk, please.
How can you make fun of that, when we were both watching that lady that won somethign or other with a REALLY wierd lookign black dress with one sleeve thingy? That was definitely worse than this one.
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