top of page

Derek Zoolander eat your heart out

After the sleepless nights, the mastitis, the walking-out-the-door-feeling-like-I’m-looking-hot-only-to-discover-snot-on-my-shoulder-ness, the LEAST he owes me is a lovely, cherubic-type photograph that I can keep in my wallet to show to perfect strangers.

But apparently…that’s too much to ask.

I’d better call Jim Carrey and order that DNA test…

0 views0 comments

Related Posts

See All

Hey ho! Nowadays you can find me blogging again over here. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYY!

These days you can find me over at If you feel inclined to relight my fire.

bottom of page