I'd sell my soul to look like this when I'm closing in on 50.

Well, except for the muscles. While I admire Martina Navratilova, I don't want to resemble her. I don't think the bodybuilder look goes good with exotic boots. Then again, on second thought, Madge seems to love boots almost as much as I do...

Still, Madge.. I honestly want to know your secret. What are you on, and where can I get some of it?

Are you on some sort of miracle drug we don't know about?

Did you find the fountain of youth?

Could it be all the smoking you did over the years?

All the swearing?

Surely you can share your secret with your twin from a parallel universe?

It's not like I'm asking you to turn me into a good singer. After all, you're Madonna, not a magician, or an escalator, or a bricklayer, or a moon shuttle conductor, or an engineer...

Listening to: "Who Do You Want To Be Today" by Oingo Boingo, "Lucky Star" by Queen Madonna

Labels: Blogathon 2007, Boot Worship, Madge Worship, Reinvention, Smoking In The Girls' Room, Star Trekkin'