Not a thousand beers will keep us from feeling alone.

How did I never put it together that Kelly Clarkson is the love child of Rachel Ray and Reese Witherspoon? Maybe because it's a little upsetting for me to think about.

While costume shopping at thriftstores yesterday, I stumbled upon this:


Except on me, instead of accenting shapely breasts, it's tightly stretched across my hairy chest and slightly too small for my torso, so the result is somewhat of a wrestling singlet look. It's pretty amazing. Someone please throw a themed party that I can wear this to, thanks. Or just a coffee date. Whatever.

This afternoon I hope to write something more significant. It's been too long for my taste.