She's Gonna Eat a Sandwich All Niight, All Night Long...

For the love of God, Ritchie, of course you're too thin. We, the World, have been telling you this for over a year now. What was your first clue? The fact that your sweaters got runs like nylons from your bony elbows? That you had puncture wounds from your collar bones?

Being a bobblehead is not hot. It is sick. I hope you get some help. Skip the newest Prada-embossed convertible, and get yourself some therapy.