Kharma Chameleon

Lately I’ve been laying low on my coverage of The Katie Holmes Denim Watch ’08. Not because I don’t care, but because my obsession was getting out of hand. I knew I needed to back off when I actually took an old pair of jeans out of my closet and rolled them up. Staring back at me in the mirror was a homo who had gone over the edge. I was so close to committing an ultimate sin by going out in public like that. If you ever see me outside with pegged jeans, take a chainsaw to my ankles. I will probably call you a “stupid cunt” while clutching my bloody feet, but I’ll thank you later with a sugar cookie and a Crisco handjob.

I couldn’t resist posting these pictures of Stepford Katie arriving at rehearsals this morning. I’m sort of getting Boy George circia 1984 vibes from this total look. She should have gone all the way. Her face could use a couple of pounds of spray painted make-up. It might not make her look like she’s just seen a monster. Oh wait. She might have just walked in on Tommy Girl giving himself a barley water enema.

I’ve also thrown in some pictures of Katie leaving rehearsal yesterday. Please don’t tell me her bump is growing…..