I hate when I think of something and then I see ads of it, like i am in a simulation or my mind is chipped….since I am sure I am not clairvoyant….and these are ads of products I haven’t googled, or said out loud…STRAIGHT FROM THE BRAIN…to the computer…fucked up…
Well about a week ago, while singing “Opposites Attract” to my alternate personality, I asked myself where Paula Abdul was….since I know she’s not dead but she might as well be now that she’s not making bad 80s pop music, choreographing dances for other popstars, or being medicated as fuck on American idol…it’s like she doesn’t exist….
I forgot that I even thought of Paula Abdul by the time I got on the computer, so I didn’t check out her instagram because ultimately who cares about Paula Abdul, she was basically forgotten before the first season of American Idol and even when they chose her as a judge it was weird because of her lack of relevance….so hosting some show that’s been milked harder than Chrissy Teigen is milking her dead baby for adrenochrome…it makes sense she’d basically evaporate….but this is the era of not letting anyone die off into obscurity…keep them around, let them build their audience and platform to bore us…and in still existing she’s done this old lady shoot in some slutty enough for an old lady lingerie…I mean she must be 80 by now…and still a tight little package…weird.
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