Lordy, lordy, lordy... I love Katy Perry. She's now single, she's performing all over the place, including San Remo, Italy and she's just plain fine. As I sit here and ponder what else I'm suppose to type, considering some clever little aside or story to share, I am at a loss. Is there really all that much to add to a Katy Perry story? I'd bitch about the lack of cleavage, but the legs are looking tight and there's just something that winds my watch about a chick in a man's silken blazer. Hotness. Yep, that's about it.