Hey jacs! I'll give you a minute while you wake up.
Well,HELLLLLOOOOOOO my globetrotting, internet prepaid card buying, baby tiger cuddling, sunblock needing, "what the hell is a Sith" asking, office shrieking, movie blog deleting, money losing, fellow reality TV junkie.
I got a kick out of your crazy adventures aka Belligerent Bliss and I do have a secret to share with you since you've been so open.
(My work has eaten me whole, too. Shhhhhhh!)
Now you asked and I shall answer...but let me flick my hair first. *flick* Now...where was I? Ah, yes, my favorite entry in your blog. Well, I'd say it was - wait, jacs, hold on. I need to flick again. *flick* And again. *flick* There now, much better.
While there was LOTS to choose from (and no, jacs, table whoring-Thai style was NOT an option!) here is the one that tickled my fancy...
Things are bittersweet in Reality TV (read: that which controls 88% of my attention). The hateful Constantine was shockingly booted out of American Idol after a dreadful rendition of a Nickelback song. Millions of people around the world made indignant noises while I danced merrily around the office, celebrating the end of camera whoring. I predict that the hateful Scott will "upset" Vonzell for a third place spot.
"Hateful", jacs? Was it the eyeliner, the slanted microphone stand or the fact that he appeared in the road company of Rent? Or...was it that his hair also looked like it was fried with bacon and eggs?
And *slap* how dare you make such a prediction against my girl Vonzell?!
I know you were rooting for her (kind of) but I just felt like slapping you anyway.
So there you go, future ruler of the world.
Oh...and *slap*! That was for rooting against Team Brasil.