Five things I’m so totally not thinking about this a-to-the-m:
1. Does black belt-wielding, former CNN temptress Lynne Russell really need to hawk lipstick and blush to make ends meet?
2. What am I supposed to wear under this kilt?
3. Does Britney really have a prerogative?
4. If I were a wombat, what species of wombat would I be?
5. Should I follow through on my plan to single-handedly revive the epistolary novel as a vital, relevant literary form, or should I just stick to haiku?
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