Taylor Swift, you are a copycat.
I mean, I’m flattered that you cut your hair short the week after I did, but really? This is a bit much.
We both did the shoulder-length thing, too. Do you ever wonder if we’re telepathically connected? Oh, of course you don’t. You don’t know me or that everyone thinks we look alike. I’ve written about this to you before, with no results. But that’s okay. I know you’ve got a lot of people vying for your attention.
I’ll just wait my turn.
I’ve wondered before if we’ll still look alike when we get old. If we still look alike at age 80, can we do lunch? I’d like that. Or I think 80-year-old me would like that. I guess we’ll see. I’ll probably be a pretty snarky old lady, so if you’re still strutting around onstage with red lipstick at that age and going through boyfriends like pairs of socks, I might have something to say about it.
I still wonder why I look like you. I really don’t think God does stuff like that arbitrarily, so I feel like there’s some good reason.
Well, if you see this and feel like contacting me, I’ll be tied up til July, but I bet I could squeeze you in after that.
You just have your people contact my people. (I gotta find some people.)