Kim Kardashian is like that annoying first love that makes it a point to find some reason every month or so to give you a call, send you a message on Facebook, or “accidentally” bump into you at Wal-Mart. Just when you think you’re getting over her, there she is to keep the pilot light burning.
Every time I think my one-way love affair with Kim Kardashian is finally winding down, potentially freeing me up to fully commit my celebrity obsession elsewhere. she shows up in some mesmerizing photoshoot, tweets a picture of herself in a ridiculously sexy costume, or shows up on the cover of some foreign magazine looking superhumanly mojotrulescent.
This is a clear-cut case of the latter.