Fugpic Thunder

Well, that’s it. I’m officially getting tired of Katie Holmes. And what’s more, I think she agrees.

It’s like she can’t even quite believe what she’s seeing. This face totally says, “The hell? What is up? Why did I let Tom drink twenty Red Bulls before midnight? Why did I leave him alone with the sewing machine, our drapes, those cheap-ass-looking bandages that MIGHT
be the things he wraps around his tennis racket handle to give himself
a better grip? And WHY did I then agree to WEAR the dress he made while he was hopped up on that hyper juice? How did this get to be my life?

“And who am I kidding with this hair?

“What is WRONG
with me? Why did I let Tom cut my hair while we were watching Risky Business? Why do I let Tom do ANYTHING any more? I REALLY need to go home and stay inside for about two months.”