Wednesday, January 9, 2008

"Jerusalem" will be Rami's safeword when I'm whipping his with reeds while he's hanging upside down, nude, from my own makeshift plywood pillory.

Saturday, January 5, 2008

I'm back. Weeks later. I've been ill, yada yada, the holidays, yada yada, and runway does that bullshit shit where they decide to run reruns for a few weeks. That pisses me off. Why can't they run the fucking show consecutively? It's annoying. They don't tell anyone a break is coming. You rush to your tv and say, WTF?!? This was last weeks' episode.

So my fat roller pig Chris is back. I'm surprised they didn't show him eating candy. I was waiting for it. You know he did. Several pieces. Yeah, _________ deserved to go home. I can't think of her name. Gimme a minute. Elisa. I wouldn't use her dress as a comerag. That's a lie. What did she say when she got eliminated? I don't speak Freaka. Also, there was a scene where they showed the soles of her feet - which were caked with flith. Hippies are so crunchy and gross.

I'm getting kind of bored with the show. The challenges seem - whatever. It's not the best season. Little tension. Honestly, I don't care who wins. I'm not attached to any one designer like previous seasons.

Moving on.

Jillian reminds me of Baby from Dirty Dancing. Ricky is still ugly. Can he pull that trucker cap completely over his face? And he's too chunky to be wearing wife beaters. Please stop. I'm not impressed with your dancer's physique.

Last night, I decided that I probably could sleep with Rami - if he was wearing normal clothes - his pajamas preferably. I think we've turned a new leaf. He's growing on me.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007


Now I'm pissed. My favorite designer, Chris, was kicked off. I'm not posting pictures because you saw the fucking show. I don't give a shit anymore. NOW NO YOU SEE THE REAL ME. Fuck this shit.

Chris went home. I can't believe it. His dress was worse than Ricky's? No. Chris' dress was bad, but not Ricky bad. And Ricky has consistently made shitty ass shit. FUCK RICKY. He took my fat roller pig Chris away!!!

Ricky designed for Oscar? He designed for Wang? Bullshit. He's terrible. FUCK RICKY. He better go home tomorrow. I was so angry, I didn't want to address my blog last week.

Ricky is a bitch. "I was a dancer..." Just shut-up. Shut-up.

Ricky is also very ugly. Chris could lose 100 lbs. and may be fuckable, but Ricky would never be fuckable. EVER. Someone needs to redesign Ricky's face. FUCK RICKY.

And another thing. Heidi should not be a fucking judge. She wears some WACK ASS SHIT. I don't care if it's designer. What was the black sequent shirt she was wearing?!?! Did she pull that out of Bea Arther's closet? Fuck.

Tomorrow. Show. Jack's crying? AIDS? I don't know. Mad drama. Maybe someone died. Now that I know that I will never be able to sleep with Jack, I'm over him.

I'm now pulling for Mr. Hairdon't, Christian.

Team HAIRDON'T!!!!