“It doesn’t go anywhere. I’ve tried to get it off, but then I just reapply, so it seems relatively pointless. After about the third show I ever played, I was like, ‘f*ck it.’ You might as well just learn to love it. I’ve found glitter anywhere a person could find glitter. I’ve choked on glitter. I found it behind the backs of my eyelids. Even in my food, in my beer. It clogs my shower after every show. There’s glitter in my piss. It’s so gross.”
I know I’ve told you about how much I love glitter, I know I have. For instance, I’ll go to Michael’s and buy tubes of glitter for decoration, like right now I have about ten little tubes of glitter just hanging out on my bookshelf like I’m some sort of drag queen/witch hybrid, and I love it. And that’s why I have such conflicting feelings for Ke$ha, because we’re so alike, but so, so different. Ke$ha is my doppelganger.