Gwen Stefani is 42. I’m 42. This is where all similarities end.
I’m trailing off into Frumpyville and damn if Gwen doesn’t look the same as she did 17 years ago. God I hate her. No I love her. Hate her. Aaaargh. Okay, I love her.
She’s so freakin’ cool, and OBVIOUSLY she has made some sort of deal with the devil. Which, by the way, the same offer was made to me and I said, “Oh no Satan, I’ll have none of that anti-aging garbage. I want to look my age, lest people card me when I go to the liquor store”. See, who’s smarter now? Huh? Huh? *sigh* I know.
Just for shits and giggles though, let’s look at Gwen 17 years ago:
And today :
You see where I’m going with this right? The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he did not exist. See how I did that? I even pulled in a little Usual Suspects quote. Another great movie from 1995. Same year Gwen Stefani burst onto the scene. Coincidence? I think not.
Sigh…pass the wine.
I’m with Kat. Wine, please.
Every time Keyser Soze is on my tv I cannot turn it off. Every. Time.
What’s with that anyway? She practically looks younger. Airbrushing? Must be airbrushing.
(You’re looking pretty hot yourself, Candace. Just sayin.)
Gosh it would be so nice to be 42 again! 9 years ago, I can barely remember.