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Friday, November 5, 2004 at 12:13PM Smoking bitchcakes. I was looking at the exit polls on CNN and apparently, 88% of African-Americans voted for Kerry, 77% of people who identified as gay/lesbian, and above 60% for all ethnic minorities, people making under 30K a year, union members, people under 24—it’s fucking ridiculous. Disenfranchised yet again. There has got to be something WRONG with a candidate if the majority of people who aren’t straight or white or old or financially stable *aren’t* voting for him/her.
And with that, I cease all semi-serious political commentary until such time as this vein in my forehead stops throbbing and return to my regularly scheduled drivel about television and whatall.
About the season premiere of The OC: Ryan got hotter, Summer got thinner, Marissa got crazier and Seth is a whiny little pussy. If he doesn’t shape up, my true love for him and all his emo glory will shrivel up and die. Confidence, Cohen; it’s not like your iPod is your only friend. Newport is your bitch.
Now, will someone tell me why I never follow my instincts? Week before last, my gut told me it would be “Good-Bye, Kelle,” but I somehow over-thought it and settled on “Good-Bye, Cassie,” and I ended up humiliated before the blogosphere when my predictive abilities failed. Last week, I knew it would be “Good-Bye, Cassie,” but I threw it all away for a “Good-Bye, Ann!” because I just couldn’t resist a good dig at a brownie-mutilating hottie and again, the world laughs at my defeat. Oh, Cassie. I’m sorry that your size 4 hips were too big for that floppy whore Mark Bouwer—better luck next time! Thank you for teaching us all that you can’t puke your way to being America’s. Next. Top. Model.
This week, I don’t think I can even venture a guess at the next eliminated contestant—but I will say that I do not believe it will be Ya-Ya, Nicole, or Norelle. Hopefully, they will find some way of booting off that smarmy bitch, Jay Manuel. Who the fuck is he anyway? Where does he come from and what exactly are his qualifications and because his Ford Mustang photo shoot artistic direction? BULLSHIT. Ya-Ya, you’re the ghost of an 18th century courtesan!Amanda, pretend you’re not wearing a shady rip-off of Michele Pfeiffer’s Catwoman costume! Toccara, you’re a parking attendant in a brown prison-issue shirt, make it sexy! Oh, Jay. Remember when you came out in drag and all I could think was, “EEW!” And then you claimed that it was the only time you’d ever dress as a woman? Sure it was, Jay. And this is the last time I’ll blog about America’s Next Top Model.
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Hulk so very angry (and confused).
The whole election thing...I choose not to speak of.