Inconsistent blog updates with eons between them. I know. I know.
And I'm sorry.
Well, as sorry as a self-indulgent brat with delusions of grandeur can be, anyway.
The kind of sorry that could kick your arse in a cage fight, if it could be bothered getting off the couch and into its cage fighting... what, leotard? I don't know. But anyway, my sorry would be wearing a cup. And a leotard. And hell, a glitter-wig, because my sorry RULES.
There's some good stuff coming, but. Rumour has it that Australia is apparently looking for its next top something something, so I figure I might take a mild, back-seated interest in that eventually.
In the meantime, feel free to join me listening to the sound of my own voice on Twitter and also see what Mrs Woog from Woogsworld and I look like when we're being Agnetha and Frida. We made it as authentic as possible. They have martinis in Sweden, right?
8 comments:
You look hot.
Hot and pissed. x
and here i was hoping there'd be photos of Russ and I
I'd prefer it if you were both facing away from the camera. xoxoxo
Holy crap, worlds colliding! I didn't know you were friends with Mrs Woog....!
Well I'll just look forward to your ever-entertaining instalments of top-something-somethings.. ;)
My my, how can I resist you?
Looks like good fun. Bring on the next toppling top.
Small small world. I'm editing your profile on m mag for august issue which led me to your blog, then I find out your friends with Mrs W who I follow too (members of the Digital Parents forum). Small world! I'll stalk you now.
Small world indeed! Although not small enough to make flying to New York cheap enough. DAMN YOU, MEDIUM SIZED WORLD!
You got some good angles
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