You know, I can relate to what's going on with Jessica Simpson right here. I mean, here she is, lying on the floor all alone, with a champagne bottle in a her hand, and make-up having run all over her face.
The same thing used to happen to my skank mother every New Years Eve. She would prepare for weeks for a night out with my step-dad. She would go out and buy a big, ridiculous, expensive dress just like Jessica's here, put on pounds of make-up on her face, and head out for a night on the town with her new husband and friends...
The night would always start off nice, but as the drinking got heavier as the night progressed, he would become abusive and run off with his 16-year-old secretary and my mother would end up passed out on the street with mascara running down her face. Ahh, the things she would do for the "one man who ever really loved her."
Sorry for the tangent... but that picture of Jess really just sparked some old thoughts and my new therapist has been encouraging me to express myself more vividly, so I figured I'd kill two birds with one metaphorical blog "stone." Anyway, here's Jessica on the set of Major Movie Star being drunk and on the streets.
Dammit, if only real drunken homeless chicks looked like her... with a little time and money, I could take one of them home with me, clean her up a little, and have the wife I've always wanted. It's not going to happen, I know. But what is a man without his dreams, dammit!?
