Mike. Mikey. Michael. All are me, and all are acceptable names to call out in the throws of ecstasy. I'm neither Turkish nor a popstar, and I ain't no hollaback girl. I'd prefer 30x34 jeans, but since there is a conspiracy against me, I'm forced to settle for 32x34. Obviously it's a tough life I lead, but somehow I never forget to watch Arrested Development, ignore Double Elle, and pay homage to goodlooking revolutionaries. Natalie Portman would make me go straight, Mischa Barton would make me go celibate, and Kelly Clarkson would make me explode from sheer happiness and fairy dust. I'm a reformed Veronica Mars fan, overdosing on Seth Cohen and cigarettes, waiting for the day when the GAP shall inherit the earth.
thanks double elle double ess!!
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