I don't really want to talk about it. It's kind of like when a close friend or family member dies. You know it might be nice to talk about them. Though it just hurts too much to do it.
She looks like a TLC makeover candidate. The manface, ill-fitting clothes, and pooch...I mean, shit, they could have out me on there and gotten a preview slot in something less ephemeral a cinema run than "Get Out of My House: Spring Cleaning".