Twinnish

Eek! My blog was discovered by none other than my roommates, about whom I had studiously avoided writing nice things. Furious blushing ensued. This is problematic because 1) it means I can't gossip about them, and 2) they might mention it to other people. I'm much better off with fewer readers because I occasionally do stupid shit like posting a list of friends I wouldn't mind sleeping with, then waking up panicked at 3am and removing it. Don't worry, you're probably not on it (wink, wink).

On an unrelated note, I recently took some flak from my sister for changing my Facebook profile picture to an alpaca. I had pretty good reasons for doing this, namely, that I don't have any pictures of myself with brown hair; and that my previous picture featured my boyfriend, whose own Facebook picture now includes two Spandex-clad blondes. It's pretty lame to have a Facebook picture that says, "I love my boyfriend" when his says "I love the feel of nipples through Spandex."

So the alpaca got me thinking. Does everyone have a secret animal twin? Experience shows that not all animal twins are secret, one famous example being George W's resemblance to a monkey. (Let's not give him chimp status--that's a little too evolved.) This implies that many of us have only to discover our animal counterparts (though I suspect that an embarrassing number of them are rats or turtles). Goldie Hawn looks like a toothy giraffe, and I think we can all agree that Cheney looks like a really angry frog:



















I'm not really sure that I resemble an alpaca, but I'd give my left nut to be that soft and cuddlicious. (Ha! I got you! I don't have a left nut!) In any case, I urge everyone to take a long look in the mirror and find their inner animal twin. Especially Cheney. That frog is fucking scary-looking.