Christina Pazsitzky

Bring the amberlance.

I will be on Chelsea Lately May 18th, then the following night live at the Laugh Factory with the Women of Chelsea Lately.

Found this from a World War 1 propaganda site.  Makes me wish society were like this now. Not because I agree with sexism or racism, but at least it was out in the open. You knew who the douscher was and you could just key their car in the cover of night. Now it’s veiled and hidden and everyone is afraid of offending each other.  Who knows? At least we’ve evolved from not beating the crap out of each other in the streets if we disagree with someone.  That’s progress for now.

I’m on Chelsea Lately.

With Ben Glieb and cake to celebrate 500 episodes of Chelsea Lately.

Squashed in between Arden Myrin and Guy Braunum.

and with my favorite Sarah Colonna and Glieb

These pictures are blurry, but the party was sponsored by Belvedere…

My fake Comedy Club

So, here it is. My official first official walk on the Red Carpet. It was at Chelsea Handler’s Book Premiere party for “Chelsea Chelsea Bang Bang”. Awesome party, classy people. And here is how Spazitzky handles it.

And here it starts…I look composed. Hangin’ cool.

oh, feeling the itch to ham it up. I need the world’s approval.

And yes, there it is. Face is stupid. Cleavage is stupider. MMMmm yes, they use the best pics, thank you, paparazzi.

I received some tips from people on how to walk the red carpet. Things like “hands on hips, side turn and smile.” I bet those people had mommy and daddy’s approval growing up.

More to come, but I had to post this Barbie in a Burkah that my cousin Juli made. It’s so awesome.

Thanks to Roseanne, my dream of someday performing in Kabul, Afghanistan came true.

Today I have formally decided that “Rock the Casbah” is the most perfect song. It’s been my favorite song since since the age of 4 and today in the car I listened to it no less than 8 times. It is however, an exceedingly difficult song to karaoke, which I have attempted numerous times. Every time I sing it in public, not only do I look Whitney-Bobby crazy, but sound like a homeless yodeler. It’s not an attractive song for a lady to sing, nor is it a crowd pleaser in rural areas. But I let that raga drop every time AND with extreme prejudice, son.