I don’t know kids, the more my eyes grasp Kim Kardashian‘s visage the more I keep wondering, is she really running those half marathons during her lunch break (which probably begins at 11.30 am and finishes at 5.30pm), is she really on that supposed wonder diet I keep hearing the tabloids telling us about, is she really on that radiant love kick punch with Kanye West or is she just letting it all hang out and simply not giving a damn?
Then again it’s none of my business what Kim does but then again part of me wants to reach through this page and beg her to stop making me care about all those exquisite make up treatments, bath towels, credit card deals, gold tinsel paper towels she hawks and the behind the scenes secrets of her existence that I am supposed to
never ever care about.
But I just don’t anymore, the more Kim struts down that beach claiming that she is the hawt bixch of good taste and the tinge of exquisite sexiness the more I keep asking myself how did Kim Kardashian ever manage to get away with her fake banal platitudes? Worse I keep asking how did she manage to con all us human beings for so long? Are we really all that mystified and blown away by this non entity trash tabloid star? Really does one secret porn tape on the side really lead to this
multi million dollar running joke?
Never mind Kim, me and the chipmunks think you look good in your latest bikini outfit, despite wherever you picked up that kryptonite gold belt from… Blah!