Hey y’all! I know I haven’t posted in forever, but my boss is using “these economic times” as an excuse to work me like an American journalist in a North Korean labor camp. (Too soon? Yes. I’m already sorry. This joke is pretty much relying on the fact that Lee and Ling will be freed. Al Gore’s lips will perform delicate butterfly kisses on Kim Jong Il’s pimpled old-lady-man rear very soon. Because that’s all he wants. He’s ronery. So ronery. So ronery and sadry arone. In his military-chic Chico’s wardrobe.) But seriously, I’m swamped at work and blogging must suffer. But, as this next video proves, makeup will go on. And on. And on. 

I’m already in line for my Baby Smiley fan club t-shirt. It’ll look so good with my Octomom’s-cervix-sized hoop earrings and these airbrushed nails with portraits of Selina on them. I am a tuff-ass put. Do not mess.