Whoever Said That Celebrities Are Just Like You and Me is a Liar. And an Asshole
This morning, I saw Kathy Lee Gifford sitting at one of the Starbucks tables at the Rockefeller Center plaza. Or whatever that thing is called that's in Rockefeller Center just slightly under the ice skating ring. The one where I was in line for coffee one day and the Big Voice came on and said "We are asking people to leave the area" over and over again and not one person got out of line, because we need coffee, dammit, we can't evacuate before we're fully awake. I love New York.
Anyway, Kathy Lee Gifford was sitting there in a yellow dress, talking on the phone and looking fantastic. Yes, Kathy Lee, is absolutely beautiful, glowing, youthful, just get your own thesaurus out and find all those nice words. Seriously, I hope that I look that good when I'm 400. And it's not fair. Because she's like a V-list celebrity and even she looks great. Fuck.
Speaking of celebrities, I'm guest posting on The Sweet Life today about my recent celebrity sighting. And just to make your clicking over there worthwhile, I'm also sharing my super-secret number one diet tip! See you at The Sweet Life!
Anyway, Kathy Lee Gifford was sitting there in a yellow dress, talking on the phone and looking fantastic. Yes, Kathy Lee, is absolutely beautiful, glowing, youthful, just get your own thesaurus out and find all those nice words. Seriously, I hope that I look that good when I'm 400. And it's not fair. Because she's like a V-list celebrity and even she looks great. Fuck.
Speaking of celebrities, I'm guest posting on The Sweet Life today about my recent celebrity sighting. And just to make your clicking over there worthwhile, I'm also sharing my super-secret number one diet tip! See you at The Sweet Life!
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All right, I'm going. But just so you know, I intend to enforce my usual demand for reimbursement of my travel expenses. Should I call Husbandrinka for that?
Oh crap, that's depressing if she looked that fab. But the truth is I'd rather have wrinkles than have to try that hard all the time.
"We can't evacuate before we are fully awake".. that is too funny!
i think kathy lee gifford is made out of plastic. not that there's anything wrong with that.
Maybe that was her double, a cyborg she sends out from time to time to fool the masses.
i think there's a technical error that you need to report to your friend at The Sweet Life. At the end of the article, you get to vote: Liked, Disliked, No Opinion. where's the fuckin' Loved button?
Hmmm. I don't think she looks fabulous, but she certainly looks well maintained.
You mean there was a bomb scare or fire alarm and you all refused to leave your place in the coffee queue?! You make me proud.
This better be good....
Headed over there now!
Okay. It was good. It also reminded me about getting some chocolate today. I left my goodies in New Orleans, dark chocolate covered coffee beans, dark chocolate nuggets with almonds, I am having dt's....
Thanks for the help on bloggerschoice....
You lied!! And now MY ass is going to inflate coz I am craving chocolates now!! Sheeesh!
I've always been told that I look like Kathie Lee.
Or maybe that was Peggy Lee.
Are you sure she is a V-list celebrity? I thought it was the Y-list. As it WHY are you so unnaturally happy?
I'm sure there is special lighting that follows her ass around where ever she goes! Bitch.
it's definitely not fair if they can look beautiful off screen also!!! :) What about us average human beings?
Didn't you already evacuate before you left the house to get in line at Starbucks? I can't leave the house in the morning without evacuating. And if you did it once already, why bother just because the Voice of God on the loudspeaker asks you too? Good point.
I hate freekin Kathie Lee.
I once shared a beach with Elle Macpherson, you know, the Sports- Illustrated-swimsuit-edition-Elle-Macpherson. Because that's who you want to be on a beach next to. But, the good news is, she totally had cellulite! Which didn't make her any less beautiful, but it was something to grasp onto. The thought, not the cellulite.
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