Deja Fug

I have a total girl crush on Paula Patton and I don’t know why.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen her in a movie, although I did see Hitch, but I can’t remember her in it because I can’t remember anything about Hitch other than how I kept thinking how I sort of find Kevin James hilarious and ought I be ashamed of this fact? (No, I should not be: did you ever see the King of Queens where he dances on the stripper pole? He’s funny.)

However, every time I see her I think, “who is that PRETTY LADY? Oh, Paula Patton. She’s so pretty.” I guess my girl crush stems from her being pretty. Because I’m shallow like that. But this time, I must confess, my thought process was more along the lines of, “Who is that pretty lady wearing a skirt made from hideous leftover window treatments from a depressing and poorly decorated brothel that’s gone of out business in these, our depressed economic times? Oh, Paula Patton. She’s so pretty. She deserves better.”