Whenever I ask a question or need advice, the internet is always there to save the day, like that one good friend who knows everything - perhaps the one who showed you the proper way to pad a bra in junior high - not the anonymous frenemy who responded to your good news with "Yeah, well who do you think you are, I used to work with Talent Plus and then I moved to New York and that's successful, big fish in small pond." It leaves you all confused and the only thing you can make out of such a statement is that the commenter once modeled for the local JC Penny catalogs and now works as a waitress at the Times Square Applebee's.
Well damn, she showed me! (My gawd I'm so ignorant, aren't I? A VAT OF COFFEE. That's what. Blame Chris.)
Indulge me in my triumphs, no matter how small you think they are. It's noon and I'm still in my pajamas, so please. Don't hate.
On that end, I've noted your sage advice and I could not love you more, what, with all the fun we've had in the Day in the Life. I'll be in jeans with curly hair. If I look stupid it's your fault.
(P.S. Um, does anyone else think that Blues Clues was totally inspired by the scene at the :59 mark from Gabriel's video? Conspiracy!)