Alright, so I like Jennifer Aniston. She's adorable. She's finally decided on her own style, and it's fabulous. She and I could be friends. Really good friends. We'd go to lunch, get manis and pedis and facials at a spa, and gab about guys. Then we'd go shopping, and buy long ruffly hippie skirts, flat strappy sandles, and gold jewelry.
I also like Angelina Jolie. She's hot. She's got great lips and hair. She helps children and women around the world. She's a little bit crazy, and I like that about her. She and I would go out and party all night, we'd crash and wake up for a late brunch over at some trendy spot, then happen to see some amazing high sexy going out shoes in a store window on the way back, go in and spend a fortune on accessories we don't need.
And Brad Pitt is gorgeous. I like him scruffy and clean shaven, with long hair and short. He's amazing as Tyler Durden, awesome as that guy in Ocean's 11, pretty cool in 7 Years in Tibet, and hot as that stud in Thelma and Lousie.
And this new baby of Brad's and Angelina's is going to be beautiful.
And a little bit screwed up.
And I still feel badly about the whole Jennifer-Brad breakup thing. I would have worn a Team Aniston shirt (but I would have secretly bought a Team Jolie shirt and worn it to paint in).
But I love the new baby, and I would babysit it for free. Because Angelina and I are best friends.