So we edited the reel again, again. Think of it like the kind of nose job that people get after a nose job. Like with the first one, you definitely know that they’re now sporting a different nose because they once suffered a deviated septum or had their nose broken a bunch of times (those are always the justifications. have you noticed?) but then suddenly one day their smaller nose is even smaller and more, um, “refined” which is a very nose job word. In fact, I should wear a button that says “Ask Me About Nose Jobs!” I could dangle it off the end of my unrefined nose (I just happen to know a lot about them because it was a weird teenage obsession of mine. I also know about horses and toe shoes.) Right, so anyway, this is the reel you’ve already seen but it’s been tightened and improved and sandblasted and fortified. Also, now there’s music at the end and my name lights up!
But my need to shout about every tiny change I make on this thing makes me wonder if I ever were to get plastic surgery, would I also be trumpeting that? I kind of think I would. I’m a very trumpety person. [not making any cabbage jokes. not making them. this is me not making … jesus, this is hard!]