Oh, Sandy, the things I do for your cute little ass.

[apocalypsos]

I am watching that stupid Pussycat Dolls show for Sandra McCoy.

Oh, sweetie, I know why you did this and I know why Jared loves you, but if I have to listen to one more overly pretty highly toned girl talk about how the Pussycat Dolls are all about female empowerment and individuality I'm going to scream.

Or, you know, bark out another sarcastic "HA!" loud enough to annoy the neighbor.

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[inimicallyyours.livejournal.com]

What? They are mean to Sandy? Don't they know that they must love her, by default if nothing else? *joins you in throttling*

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

Well, she worked on her singing all night and got complimented by the guy in charge of the singing the next day.

And ... oh, for crying out loud. One of the girls had a virus and now everybody's puking! Including Sandy! And they're showing it! EWWWW.

[inimicallyyours.livejournal.com]

For reals? No, no, for reals?

Awesome (except I'll totally be covering my eyes for that part. And muting it.), simply awesome.

Oh, go Sandy, you practice and sing your heart out!

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

Okay, half of the girls are sick and they're still going on with the auditions. "Well, if the REAL Pussycat Dolls were sick they'd still have to perform!" Oh, please, like they couldn't just stick any back-up dancer who could lip-sync in the background.

[inimicallyyours.livejournal.com]

Heh. I'm going to have to purchase multiple bottles of alcohol, aren't I?

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes. *nods emphatically*

[inimicallyyours.livejournal.com]

Ugh. Tragically, my friends wanted to watch it, so I got sucked into doing that too, and sober.

Poor Sandy (and all the other plague infested girls).