I'm Able To Move Like

Every Six Months I Fly To Dallas To Get Botox And I Also Get Collagen Injections.

But You See, That's The Gilded Prison Of Fashion. We're Riding In Private Jets, And Meantime I Was So Incredibly, Painfully Sad And Lonely.

As The Saying Goes, I Want To Be The Best-looking Corpse There Is.

I Got A Book Deal Without Even Turning In One Shred Of A Writing Sample.

The Idea Of The Extreme Makeover Is Disturbing.