Well, that's it. Goodbye! It's been fun, guys, but I'm moving to Spain.
Spain is apparently a magical land where, through some nifty transitive property of fashion, your neck brace is your tutu is your cocktail dress; where singers like this woman, famous largely for parody videos, give themselves names like "The Earthquake of Alcorcon"; and where they evidently think Bjork is a quaint little farm girl who could really stand to cut loose. There, clearly, I can finally live as I've always wanted to: as a pole-dancing blue gumdrop. I'm really happy for myself, and I hope you can share in my joy. Adios!
Spain is apparently a magical land where, through some nifty transitive property of fashion, your neck brace is your tutu is your cocktail dress; where singers like this woman, famous largely for parody videos, give themselves names like "The Earthquake of Alcorcon"; and where they evidently think Bjork is a quaint little farm girl who could really stand to cut loose. There, clearly, I can finally live as I've always wanted to: as a pole-dancing blue gumdrop. I'm really happy for myself, and I hope you can share in my joy. Adios!
