Tony is a turncoat. Yesterday he told me I don’t dress well enough for him. He wants me to be his mirror. I should reflect the best parts of himself.

I saw this coming. I’ve thought about this before. I’m saddened because I really thought I had some style. Yeah, my jeans may be ripped, but up on that catwalk I thought we matched perfectly.

To compensate, I plan on attending the Handsome Boy Modeling School tonight with Foxxy. Perhaps I’ll learn some new tricks.

In other news, we have a new Pope. He is German. I, too, am German. And he is now a Benedict like Tony. Is this significant? Only time will tell.