



Actually, this post is not about the Pixies, nor Devo, nor New Order.
This Post is All About Being a Cartoon Character.
Go check out CRUSH you's artistic rendering of me. And read his ode to me outloud.
There, now aren't you jealous you don't have a Blogging Acquaintance?
My boyfriend looks over all my posts, and is gracious enough to not get concerned about this kind of thing. That is because he trusts and loves me immensely.
That's because I am as Lucky as Paris Hilton.