Selena Gomez meets Celesta (sort of)
So I’m back to my old job again, but now it’s actually me in front of the camera’s; which I’m not very sure if that’s a good idea. I interviewed a ton of celebs...
So I’m back to my old job again, but now it’s actually me in front of the camera’s; which I’m not very sure if that’s a good idea. I interviewed a ton of celebs...
Throwing myself for the feed of the one and only Richard Gere who visited my smelly hometown didn’t do any good: he liked my neighbour better
The microphone and I go along way back (I mean a looooong way); we met when I was approximately two and since then I’ve got this protruding arm movement which has the tendency swishing...
Is everything alright James? Are you maybe slightly a bit sicky? Do I need to call you? What have I done to you? Is it my nose? Or maybe I’m too crazy? Or because I know Justin Bieber. I don’t know. How can we solve this?
So once in a while I feel very important on Twitter. I should be; I am there since the last 10 years. I am a total Twitter-veteran with the lowest Tweet volume ever. Anyway...