Oh, this just won’t do.
I’m leafing through the SEEN magazine via the PG when I notice this picture of MY David Conrad taken November 4 at an art opening here in the Burgh.
True to his promise to visit the Burgh twice a month or so while filming the Ghost Whisperer out in LA, David came home and David did not call nor did he write PittGirl to invite me to a party in his loft in the Strip. I bet he doesn’t know that I exist. How can this BE?
Self-importance aside, if you look at that picture above and your very soul doesn’t go “YUMMY!” (not caring if you are gay, straight, bi), then you are dead inside. Dead.
Because, I mean … YUMMY!