Today was, as days go, pretty shitty. Few things could have made this day better, but I found the magic solution. On the way to my local epicerie to indulge in binge-eating materials, I decided to allow my cheesiPod to accompany me on the journey, and behold, the God's of fate arranged for this song to play:
I haven't felt elation like that since I recovered Puffa from a hotel in Amsterdam.
I think my next career venture should be to convince the members of Steps and S Club, and the two remaining girls from B*Witched who are jobless to set up a vocal counselling service. The outfits alone will turn that frown upside down.
You may wonder why I said 'the two remaining girls from B*Witched'. Well, wonder no more:
I like it, but I paid €90 to see Britney Spears wander absent-mindedly around a stage.
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