Recent pics of Kate Moss sunbathing topless (as usual) on a boat have surfaced... I don't know what happened to her, but now, her boobs are bigger than mine. Not enormously, though, but still.

She used to be my boob twin and it made me, err, I don't know, but it amused me (I wasn't hysterical about it, ok, unlike Joey when he finds his hand twin in Las Vegas). And she was one of the few celebs to sport AA cups without any shame.

At least, she's still a bad girl who smokes and drinks.

Back to work, now, back to work...

Blythou out.

Ok, I'll complain for another five minutes then I'll shut up.

I left my meeting with a raging headache. The magazine offices are WAY too hot and dry. And electric heating dehydrates me and gives me a headache without failing.

I tried to find a day planner/organizer but I'll have to go to the Taschen store as everything I saw was bland or not pratical or a mix of both. I either want the Vintage Playboy or the Vintage Disney, I haven't chosen yet, why doesn't Taschen mix those two ? That'd be neat.

And finally, when I got home, I had a late lunch in front of Pommy the laptop and read a few gossip-about-celebs blogs. There were pics of Kate Moss, topless at the beach. I like her... She's a stylish wreck. But all the comments were about her lack of boobs or how ugly her tiny boobs looked. Turns out we have the SAME boobs. That's humiliation by proxy, I suppose.

Blythou out.