It was the best of times, it was the worst of times
Last night was quite the rollercoaster evening for sane, reasonable reality tv watchers like myself. Great acts of justice were committed. Incredible crimes against humanity ensued. The balances tipped to the good, only to be dragged down again into heartless mire.
In hopes of ending on a positive note, let’s get the hard part over with.
ELLLLLIIIIIIOOOOOOTTTTTT! We shall miss thee, Alf.
Maybe most of all by Paula, whose bountiful tears could not save you. My only words of comfort are that if America has fallen for the cheap T ‘n A tactics of Katharine McPhee and have become transfixed by Taylor’s “dancing” that is akin to an electrocution, America does not deserve you.
The end. Let us not speak of it ever again.
Now, onto the good news.
DANIELLE IS AMERICA’S NEXT TOP MODEL!!! Praise be!
Your gap may now be closed, but the gap in my heart created by the absence of your clumsy ways and killer wisdoms every week will never be. Who needs to know what “regal” means? Not you. Not you. You’ve got so much else to offer.
The world, as Danielle puts it, may be “jank,” but at least Ty Ty had the good sense to get past Daynyelle’s ayckscant, and pick the person who deserved to win. sshew! Now go kick Nicole’s pasty ass for me, mmmkay?
One Comment
- Miranda replied:
I cannot address the horror that is either the McInPhestation or the Devil’s Marionette that is Taylor. I weep for poor Alf. But at least we were saved from the hideous Jade and her analystic ways. Imagine that!
May 18th, 2006 at 2:57 pm. Permalink.
