Where has that damn Robin Leach put himself? I need him (snaps fingers) pronto and yes! I am rolling the "r" in "pronto".
Why, you ask, do I need Mr. Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous? A show, I might add, that my parents were once on. Indeed they were having dinner at Ma Maison, which if you are hip to your worthless 80's trivia you will know was a very posh and private and twee restaurant and it was in fact so posh and private and twee that they had an unlisted phone number, and really, having that innocent meal caught on tape was one of the more humiliating moments of my father's life and most likely a highlight of my mother's...but, I digress. My need for The Leach stems from a pretty little offer to discuss the writing of and the telling of glamorous lifestyles.
Hello, My name is Kristin and I feel over my head.
I want to sit down and bang out a fascinating and funny article on "Lifestyles" but 2 things keep coming to mind: The condom brand and I don't have one. Shut up. A lifestyle. I don't have a lifestyle.
But, maybe by tomorrow morning I will be able to fake it.
If I give him the link to this blog, you'll see many entries mysteriously disappear... including this one... these people are, gulp, are part of the school family.