Extreme Makeovers and Clowns
9:32 a.m. - 2003-02-08
If you haven't already seen The Michael Jackson Face Melt, you must. Also, this is a good one too.
For those of you anxiously awaiting to see if I made it into Extreme Makeovers, I never sent in the application. I filled it out alright, but then you had to send in a video to accompany it. The only person I know with a video camera is my brother. I'm not about to have him film my imperfections. I wouldn't feel comfortable talking about my breasts or my ass in front of my brother.
Speaking of breasts...I wrote a song this morning. It goes to the tune of Underneath Your Clothes by Shakira (it's the chorus):
Underneath my boobs
There�s a lot of dead skin
I forget to lift them up
And put lotion on them
And that�s what nature dealt me
For being a sole food source baby
Errr yeah. So, I'm thinking of buying an Insane Clown Posse t-shirt and wearing it to school.
Maybe I could just wear it underneath my normal clothes. Then when my bosses say things to me, I can smile knowing that I have their picture on a t-shirt underneath my clothes. They could even just say, "How are you?" and I would smile and say, "Why, I'm bootylicious." knowing that I know that they are insane. And when they laugh, I'll laugh too. Only, I'm laughing AT them and not WITH them. It's a brilliant plan, don't you think?