Criminal. Just criminal.
No.
NO A THOUSAND TIMES NO.

I have heard that Christina does not use a stylist. I am thus here to implore her to START.
Because this is terribly ordinary and she is terribly NOT ordinary, and I'm running out of ways to say it because we've been having this rant for years now.
Because this shouldn't be happening anymore.
Nor this.
And REALLY not this. This woman is her own Kryptonite and she really needs a person who will come along and... I don't know. Be her Fortress of Solitude.
Oh, GIRL. Your FACE, and then THOSE PANTS. You start SO STRONG and then look where it goes. You are like Revenge in person form.

And now we move onto Slitty McSlitterson here.
Oh, hey, Slitrena Van Der Wowsen.

What's shakin', Chesty von Gams?
How's it hangin', Cleavage McWhat?
Yo there, King Sheer.
So nice to see you, Golda Thigh-ier.
Let's never meet again, O Sheriff of NOTtingham.
Hi, Marquis de Sad.
And, auf Wiedersehen, Heidi.