Bieber Fever symptom: new sunglasses
Okay, FINE. I'll admit it.
I've caught Bieber Fever.
Look, I didn't say I was proud of it. I didn't choose this. Fever is right, people. You just... catch it. I mean, have you heard, Boyfriend? Don't even try to tell me you're not pining for your tween years with this ditty in your earbuds. I'm suddenly ready to fight with my sister over who gets a turn on AOL while I cook a Totino's Party Pizza.
Back to the Biebs.
As I said, I've got the fever. Which means I literally can't think of anything else to write about. It also means I'm now dying for a sweet collection of unnecessarily outlandish sunglasses that I'll wear indoors and out. A la:
These Ray-Ban wayfarers might do the trick.
Or I could really creep you all out and go for the pair named "Justin." OMG, it's out of control. Switching songs now.
Deal Diva Kim