I love Beyonce. There I said it. And I didn't think I could love her anymore after she pointed at me when I went to see her (she did point at me! We made eye contact! There was a moment!). And then she went out wearing the embellished tweed Chanel jacket (with denim shorts!!) that I have a picture of somewhere on my aspirational wall. I know it's shallow that my love for her grows with what she is wearing and blah blah blah. But I don't care. Because she is a goddess.
I'm off to practice the Single Ladies dance now.
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