I want to hate the Rachel Zoe Project. She, of the scarecrow stick body and baggy eyes/crepey neck, spending ten thousand on vintage Givenchy. I think I do hate her. But apparently, I love her patterns of speech. Since I started watching I have incorporated the saying, "I died" and "That's bananas" into my daily thoughts. Ugh. But I kinda' love it, too. Ah, the woes of a born and raised Southern California girl. Just cannot get away from the inherent need to have these ridiculous things pepper my speech. I just might start saying them out loud. Like,
Didn't you when you saw these?