I blame the full moon.
Sep. 23rd, 2010 10:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosFor added fun after the whole finding-Eliot-dead-in-the-cage-this-morning thing, it turned out that my debit card wouldn't work all goddamn day because -- I can only presume -- last night I filled up my gas tank after work and paid with my debit and sometimes that shit just happens. UGH.
In any event, I got home at 8:10 p.m. so I decided to skip TVD until I can snag a torrent. I am, however, watching Project Runway tonight.
The rundown:
-- Gretchen, unbraid your fucking hair and stop trying to be cutesy and lip-bitey. Also, seriously, you do not own the color cranberry.
Speaking of, HOW THE SHINY SPARKLY FUCK WAS GRETCHEN IN THE TOP?! The front of that high fashion dress was so BORING, and while her ready-to-wear look was sort of cute -- emphasis on "sort of," though; all of her clothes look to me like they're constructed to look unwrinkled during a walk of shame -- I loathe that Joan-Collins-goes-to-a-ren-faire-in-1969 high fashion dress.
-- I can't believe these people didn't see an off-the-rack look coming when they were assigned an avant garde look. Uh, DUH. They always pull this shit.
-- Andy is on goddamn CRACK and I dig that about him. When his high fashion look came out on the runway I died laughing in the best way. It's a warrior woman from a planet where people dress in giant flattened muffin cups! Oh, puddin', don't ever change. :D
-- YAY MONDO! YAY $20K! That was a well-deserved win.
-- "Would you buy me a little pony?" And at that, April became my best friend.
-- YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! Oh, FFS, Ivy, you don't have to stop designing because you've been cut, you idiotic drama queen. And stop talking up your creativity when everything you've done has been boring and bland.
In any event, I got home at 8:10 p.m. so I decided to skip TVD until I can snag a torrent. I am, however, watching Project Runway tonight.
The rundown:
-- Gretchen, unbraid your fucking hair and stop trying to be cutesy and lip-bitey. Also, seriously, you do not own the color cranberry.
Speaking of, HOW THE SHINY SPARKLY FUCK WAS GRETCHEN IN THE TOP?! The front of that high fashion dress was so BORING, and while her ready-to-wear look was sort of cute -- emphasis on "sort of," though; all of her clothes look to me like they're constructed to look unwrinkled during a walk of shame -- I loathe that Joan-Collins-goes-to-a-ren-faire-in-1969 high fashion dress.
-- I can't believe these people didn't see an off-the-rack look coming when they were assigned an avant garde look. Uh, DUH. They always pull this shit.
-- Andy is on goddamn CRACK and I dig that about him. When his high fashion look came out on the runway I died laughing in the best way. It's a warrior woman from a planet where people dress in giant flattened muffin cups! Oh, puddin', don't ever change. :D
-- YAY MONDO! YAY $20K! That was a well-deserved win.
-- "Would you buy me a little pony?" And at that, April became my best friend.
-- YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! Oh, FFS, Ivy, you don't have to stop designing because you've been cut, you idiotic drama queen. And stop talking up your creativity when everything you've done has been boring and bland.
