You’ve gotta a lotta lotta nerve. Coming here when I’m still with him. And I can’t have you, it isn’t fair. Born March of ’86, my birthday’s coming. And if I had one wish, yeah, you’d be it. When you’re ’round I lose myself inside your mouth. You’ve got brown eyes. Like no one else. Baby make it to me. Again and again. Again, again, again, again. Never stop again and again. Again, again, a-a-again, again. Never stop. Oh he never really saw me. Or waited when we were hooking up. Yeah he’d a never last… last week when I was sad. You said that you knew. My eyes change from kinda green to kind blue.
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So, at the beginning of March I had an email from the lovely Charlotte Ward. Charlotte is a writer and was working on a Sex And The City article for Cosmopolitan magazine. She said she had found the photograph of me sat on the infamous stoop of Carrie Bradshaw’s humble abode and would like to write a small article about how I came about Carrie’s stoop – what happened before her stoop and what has happened since.
I was more than happy to oblige of course; so we had a telephone interview and that was that… Until the JUNE 2010 issue of Cosmopolitan magazine hit shelves this week of course;o
You can read the ‘Not Just Any Doorstep…’ article, by Charlotte Ward from page 121 onwards (I’m on page 122).
(PS – Hands up who can’t wait for SATC 2?!)
This video needs zero introduction, but this is it you little monsters.
“Telephone” by Lady Gaga and Beyonce.
This is a pretty amazing music video right here (unfort, I can’t embed the 9 minute version because of Lady GaGa’s official YouTube channel not allowing such embedding links…)