I will admit I only checked out Lily Allen because I was loving her snark British celebrity escapades on Perez, and I think she is wicked hot. Really. I have no girl on girl aspirations IRL (as the kids say) but she is too cute.
Owing much to my iTunes addiction (more on that eventually) I listened to her album and it is so frothy and delicious. It made me so happy I think I gained five pounds. Truthfully, it's the album I think Gwen Stefani was trying to make but didn't. I love me some Gwen, but I think her hot chickiness might be the thing I like more than her music. But Lily is different.
Now she's gone and cancelled a major portion of her "breakout" US tour, blaming exhaustion and possible descent into raging alcohol consumption. I say good for her. I think it would be a bitch to do that for over a year. I bet she needs some serious napping in the afternoon. It makes me love her a little more that she didn't worry about being some big US crossover (Ahem, Beckhams). Plus, she dares me to ask the question: How would I look as a pimped out bride??
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