October 31, 2008
Although I Always Appreciate a Shout-Out
Happy Halloween, my flying monkeys!Posted at 01:30 PM | Comments (0)
"Top Model Confidential"
Previously on "America's Next Top Model," we were forced to sit through a commercial for "Sylista" that was longer than your average movie trailer.
Which is only slightly more annoying than the clip show that follows. I'll just briefly recap the stuff we haven't seen before. Don't blink.
Isis: I prefer "born in the wrong body."
Sheena: I prefer "transvestite."
Before the girls are taken to the house, they are given ugly clutch purses, one of which holds the key to the house. Whoever has the key gets the first pick of beds.
Did we mention that there aren't enough beds for all of the girls? How mean. Sam doesn't get a bed, so she builds a little... nest. On the floor. Jeebus Cripes, there has to be six couches in the house! She couldn't sleep on one of those?! Martyr.
Elina confesses that she wants to be an actress. Really? Is that a realistic career choice? I mean, we're talking about a girl whose facial expressions range from pissed to annoyed.
On the bus, Sheena and Elina argue about meat. Elina asks, "Do you really want a dead body in your mouth? Because that's what it is!" Personally, as long as it tastes like bacon, I'd eat the dead body of just about anything, including my mailman and/or the neighbor's dog.
Sheena's all respecting of Elina's opinion, even though she disagrees with it, but Elina keeps getting louder and more annoying on the subject of Why Everyone Who Isn't Just Like Elina Deserves Her Sneering Disdain. And I have to admit, in her own ghetto way, Sheena is completely in the right and not at all an asshat, unlike Elina. Go figure.
Isis and Brittany (remember them?) are play-fighting and horsing around -- like siblings, observe the other girls. Then baby powder gets involved, and I'm pretty sure I've seen this porno. But then Brittany gets too rough and really gives Isis a whack. And instead of whipping out her penis and bitch-slapping Brittany, Isis just gets catty and pouty. Billi, did we ever act like this?
Then there's this big, stupid thing about McKey who swears she isn't girlie and gets all defensive when the girls are like, "Then why are you a model?" And McKey is trying to tell them who she is, and it's all retarded, and then she cooks for them. Yeah, I don't get it, either.
Best quote from the hemroid-inducingly long "Stylista" commercial -- "I'm not a back stabber in the evil sense." No, he's a back stabber in the caring and gracious sense. He uses a knife make of chocolate-covered marshmallow.
We get a makeover montage, with a voiceover from Jay declaring that they had a "record number of makeover tears." Hee! But you can totally understand it when you see what the hell they did to Sheena's hair.
Remember when I was bemoaning the fact that they were taking her perfectly gorgeous Asian hair and fucking with it? Well, they fucked it all right. Fucked it right out of her scalp!
Ew.
Yeah, they were trying to dye it red or blonde or something, and they fried it so badly that it was falling off of her head in chunks. I defy anyone not to cry when that happens!
And in a bizarre move, Elina names her hair Sherry. Or Sharie. Or Cherie. I don't know, she didn't specify. But Elina's hair-naming antics seem commonplace when we are confronted with Hannah's Alaska Pixie Dust. No, that's not code for cocaine.
Apparently, Hannah's mom gave her a little bottle of glitter, labeled "Alaska Pixie Dust" -- Hannah is from Alaska, remember -- and told her that it wards off mean girls. Now I personally think that's kind of adorable. I mean, of course Hannah knows that it's not magic and that bitches will always be bitches. But it's a cute symbol of her Mom's affection and a reminder to not let the mean girls get her down.
But the other girls have to rain on her parade by being overly critical and calling it creepy and weird and psycho. Only proving the dire need for Alaska Pixie Dust.
Elina says, "Isis looks like a posessed hyena." Apropo of... I don't know what.
Clark, Samantha and Lauren Brie all take a bath together, but they're in their bathing suits, so it doesn't count.
Even less exciting is the bee that gets into the house. Jeebus, it's a HUGE house, and they're all excited about one stupid bug. This is what happens when you take the television away from young people. The girls try to kill it, but McKey makes some grand statement by taking the injured bee outside and giving it water. She says, "All serial killers start small." She's a freak.
Elina has a crush on Clark, so when Clark is sent packing, Elina is crushed. Now she's the only harpie in the house. Boo-hoo.
Marjorie and Analeigh are "weirdly close," making Elina jealous because she's supposed to be the lesbian in the house! Marj and Ana are all "You're prettier!" "No, you're prettier!" "No, you're prettier!" I'd mock them, but I've had this same conversation with Heather, so I haven't a leg to stand on.
Next episode: Who cares!
Posted at 01:29 PM | Comments (0)October 30, 2008
My Natal Day
Thanks, Mommie Dearest, for giving me a birthday!
Sorry about the big scar. You know you can never keep anything nice with us kids around!
Posted at 03:23 PM | Comments (3)"The Fierce Awards"
The rough draft of this recap was typed in a swanky hotel room in Fish Creek, WI, after a meal of wine cheese, crackers and lo-cal Sprecher root beer. Pure. Awesome.
Previously on "America's Next Top Model," continued employment thwarts Wenchie’s dream of sitting on her ass and blogging all day long, and the girls make pancakes and tofu. Elina rags about her mom controlling her and blames her mom for her own control issues. Lauren Brie pines for a personality.
The tattoo on Elina's abdomen says “a voice for those who cannot speak." Oh, whatever. If Elina's abdomen could speak, it would say, "Feed me some fucking bacon!!"
The girls are taken to a studio dressing room. Tyra Mail! And tyra comes in wearing her hootchie mail outfit. Tyra reads some bad poetry -- badly -- about signature looks.
The girls change into black dresses and heels. Tyra is posing in the next room. Her boobs are supernatural, I swear to God. Tyra's signature pose is, apparently, that creepy smile-with-your-eyes thing that she does. To which Husband says, "No, sorry, it’s your boobs."
The girls get to shoot 20 frames of film, which will then be critiqued by Tyra, and then they get 20 more so they can correct all the stupid shit she will tell them they're doing.
Analeigh’s signature is her iceskating legs, so she says, but she's got weird lip tension, and too much repetition in her poses. Tyra gave her a 7. McKey decides that over-the-shoulder will be her thing. She does great, considering her Audrey Hepburn-neck is her strength.
Sam thinks that her signature is her hands, since Nigel liked them so much in the water. But Tyra says she can’t think about them too much or they don't look natural. Lauren Brie wants her signature to be awkward, but Tyra says that she's more "surfer dope chick." Oh, that's disheartening. All the other girls think LB is boring, and they're right. Tyra calls her empty, and she cries. Because life is a parade where the candy is pain.
Sheena's signature is "diva-esque. Not hootchie." Yeah, good luck with that. Tyra tells her to "think cultural dance" i.e. African. Damn. I wanted to see Sheena thinking "Finnish folk dance." Joslyn's signature is to “pose kinda wide.” Hoooooo-kay. Tyra tells her that her profile is better than full-on, so maybe that should be her signature.
Elina is too catalogue. Tyra tells her that she’s magic when she lets go. Yeah, she really blows me away for that nano-second of unrestrained passion. Marjorie is in character as the hunchback of Notre Dame. She plays up her awkwardness and makes it beautiful.
I was thinking of reading that book, The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Is it worth a read? Or is it one of those over-rated "classics" like The Great Gatsby or Catcher in the Rye?
Tyra announces that “this was a challenge.” No! Say it ain't so! The inner and a friend gets fucking diamonds. Bitches. Marjorie wins because "she had a character." She chooses Analeigh to win diamonds with her. “They’re the little couple of the house,” Sam says. Only Sam doesn't seem to think it's as cute as I do.
The two girls go to "Diamond Hut," where Analeigh picks a $2,300 peace sign. Fucking hippie. Wait, isn't a $2,300 peace sign kind of an oxymoron? Shouldn't she be saving the rain forest with that $2,300? Marjorie picks some $8,700 square pendant. Oh my God. Children not old enough to have yet developed a sense of taste should not be allowed to choose their own jewelry!
Tyra mail! “You better bring it or you’re never gonna work in this town again.” The girls are taken to a huge, amazing theatre, which Sheena describe as “off the hizzle.” Wha??? Jay is on stage in a tux. He looks fab. I so want him for my own gay.
The photo shoot is with some hot male models. Tyra has invented some "Fiercity Awards Show" that is the theme of the shoot. The girls have to act out some Most Embarassing Moments, like a scene from the awards show.
Marjorie is in a fabulous turban. When I'm old, I'm gonna wear turbans. Her schtick is that she’s in the john, has to pee and can’t get out of her dress. She’s awesome and awkward and hilarious. She accidentally flushes the toilet with her foot, and Jay laps her up. Golden showers, anyone?
Sam has to read cue cards poorly, using her signature hands. Soooooo... sign language? I don't get it.
Elina is supposed to be an over-emotional actress. Ha! Tyra really set her up to fuck with her, and she does. Ah, the hauty cunts are always the first to dissemble, aren't they?
Husband wakes up from his nap to watch Whitney jiggle through her latest commercial.
Elina is clearly stressed about having to cry. Jay tells her to try to feel "not good enough." She opens up to Jay, and it’s such... vulgar Oprah porn. Vomit. They hug.
Lauren Brie has to work her surfer signature pose while she’s tripping on her gown. She looks like a mannequin. McKey's character is believing that she’s going to win, but loses. Forshadowing, anyone? Actually, I think she's got a damn good shot at the title.
Backstage, Marjorie and Sheena fondle Marj’s fake-boob cutlets.
For Sheena's photo, someone steps on her gown. She reels it in too much and, as a result, isn’t pretty or believable. Joslyn is wearing the same gown as some other ho, while I take a potty break.
Analeigh is a red carpet interviewer with attitude. Jay tells her, “You do bitchy really well!”
Tyra Mail! Judging! Sam dons her glasses and tries the Rubik’s cube. Hee! Look -- she's trying to think!
And just to clear up any misconceptions, I am NOT watching "Stylista." Anne Slowey can’t walk in heels. She's bitchy, but not funny-bitchy, just toddler-who-needs-a-nap bitchy. I’ll be watching "Janice Dickinson Modeling Agency," thank you.
Dear Lord, is Tyra wearing a hoodie or a veil or a burka or what? It’s weird and gay. Could Miss J have any more foundation on? Oh, Tyra's wearing a hood "because the photos were theatrical." Little Black Riding Hood.
Mckey is beautiful and took her best photo, yet. Still, it needed more emotion and didn't quite convey her little scenario, which I think was a crappy idea to begin with.
Sheena looks classy. "The Shanghi Lil look," they call it. Really? But she lost her eyeballs because she didn’t cheat; she looked to far to the side.
The photographer was impressed with Analeigh. She looks exasperated but is still modeling.
Samantha was supposed to be blinded by the bright lights. She looks sad but doesn’t portray the story.
Joslyn has the prettiest shot of the day. She tears up because she hates her nose, but the judges love her profile.
Marjorie is wearing her diamond necklace. She’s extraordinary and incredible, in an extreme pose but has a relaxed mouth. Tyra loveslovesloves that Marjorie used her advice from the previous shoot!
Lauren Brie isn't believable in that she doesn't look like she's falling; she looks like she’s floating. She "doesn’t ugly it enough," so Miss J and Paulina rag on her because there aren't any helpless kittens around for them to skin and eat raw.
Elina isn’t over-emotional enough. Elina cries at panel as the judges rag on her. She’s broken, and Tyra staged it all because she loves that shit.
You know, I don’t even have a favorite at this point. This show is feeling hollow. There’s no real Token Girl That Everyone Hates, and there’s no favorite for me. I need to bet someone to make it interesting. Any takers? Shall we all put in $10 and make a pool?
Deliberations!
Sheena has great legs, but she's not a model. While Mckey’s potential is coming out more and more.
Analeigh is proving Paulina wrong by doing great the last two weeks. Nigel likes Samantha (as does Husband), but the ladies don’t like the photo.
Joslyn is great. Marj was photographer’s fav. Tyra says, "J’adore how she is making a pee-pee." Hee!
Elina needs to let go without feeling like she’s humiliating herself. But if humiliating herself is the only way she can do it, I'm fine with that. Lauren Brie has a strong face that photographs well,... but not this week.
Time for Tyra to call the girls to get their photos This weeks digitart is Marjorie! She’s wide-eyed. Digitart AND challenge winner! Tyra then calls Analeigh, McKey, Samantha, Elina and Joslyn, leaving Lauren Brie and Sheena in the Bottom Two.
The girls are "so different," and we get a variation of the same speech Tyra makes every week to the Bottom Two. LB is interesting and oddly beautiful but lacks personality. Sheena shines but is not modelesque, too sexy.
Sheena stays. You know how Tyra loves the personality. Sheena needs to find the balance between hootchie and flat. Tyra tells Lauren Brie that "personality not about relating to people in your circle and being nice." She cries and doesn’t do the group hug. Bitter! Hey, she's developing a personality already!
Next episode: They shoot a Cover Girl commercial. Sheena and Elina sharpen their claws on each other. Ghetto vs. Lesbo Repressed Vegan.
Posted at 03:19 PM | Comments (1)October 29, 2008
The Butt of the Old
People. My ass hurts. From painting.
I know what you're thinking -- "Um, Wenchie? I think you're doing it wrong..."
As you know, because I am selfish and cruel and enjoy testing the boundaries of my marriage, Husband installed a chair rail in my office at home. The bottom third of my office is painted pink. Don't be jealous.
I had to mask off the bottom half of the room with that blue tape. Then cut it in. Then paint it. Then help put up the chair rail. Then paint the chair rail. I spent a lot of time sitting on a small, wooden stool about 8 inches off the ground.
I'm 5'9". I'm not an athlete. I'm not built for sitting on a small, wooden stool about 8 inches off the ground. Sitting on a normal chair is one thing, but a small stool -- well, the last 6 inches of seating oneself is really just a controlled fall, isn't it?
Not only did I have to get up and down from the stool many, many times over the course of several days to get this or that tool or whatever. I had to get up and move the stool over a couple feet every time I finished with the part of the wall I was working on.
Now, I don't know how many times I got up and down from that stool, but my ass knows. And it's screaming at me. Every movement in my body is painful. I blink, and my ass hurts. I may be turning 39 tomorrow, but my butt has rounded 40, left 50 in the dust, curtly nodded at 60, and is rapidly approaching 70.
Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurts.
Posted at 01:30 PM | Comments (3)October 24, 2008
Pulling My Hair Out
In the final days of September, I backed out of my driveway and into my stepdaughter's car.
Yes, yes, get it all out of your system while I wait.
...
Better now? Good.
Her car is normally parked in her grandmother's garage while she's at college, but we'd just had some work done on it and hadn't taken it back over there, yet. In my defense, it was early morning, there was condensation on my windows, and I'm a total knob.
Luckily, all I did was scratch my fender and put out her tail light, so Husband let me off with nary a mocking! So on Oct. 6, I got on eBay and, using the Buy It Now option, ordered a replacement tail light.
I carefully checked the seller's feedback -- 99.8% positive -- and carefully read the entire listing. The seller asked that we send the following info: year the car was made, and whether it's a 2-door or a 4-door. So when I paid using PayPal, in the little message box provided, I wrote, "It's a 1992 2-door Honda Accord."
TWELVE DAYS LATER, there was no package on my front step, so I sent the following email:
Hi! I was just wondering if this item has been shipped, yet? Thanks!
Nuthin'.
THREE DAYS AFTER THAT, I sent another email:
This is the second email I'm sending to you. I paid for this item over 2 weeks ago and haven't yet received it. If I don't hear from you within 24 hours, I'm going to seek a refund through eBay and leave negative feedback.
Six years and over 1,000 eBay transactions have left me embittered. I don't fuck around anymore. You get one chance to please me. After that, you'd better come out waving a write flag and present my item on a satin pillow.
I received this email the next day:
relax please. this is the 3rd time i am writing to you. check your spam email. You never told us if you have a 2 door or 4 door tail light. please email me and let me know if you need a 2 DOOR OR 4DOOR. I will ship the same day. thanks
Can I just tell you that one of my favorite things in the whole world is being told to "Relax" by a man? Know what else I love? That he put it in all caps the second time -- "2 DOOR OR 4DOOR." I love being treated like a retard by someone lacking basic grammatical skills. So endearing.
My reply:
I sent that information with my PayPal payment. "It's a 1992 2-door Honda Accord." Hence my frustration because you have had the information for over two weeks now. Go check it. And I check my spam daily.
And I do check my spam daily. But my eBay emails go into a special eBay folder that I set up. Which is how I know that he's LYING.
I got this yesterday:
thanks will ship todaysorry
That's more like it. Except that it isn't.
Because today, TWO AND A HALF WEEKS after initial payment, I got this:
and this would be more then two emails sent to you, i need to know your year for your car. we sent you multiple emails with never any reply s.
Clearly, they have some sort of Mentally Challenged Work Program going on over there. I can only assume that more than one of the monkeys knows how to work the computer.
With a heavy sigh and a clenched jaw, I sent the following:
Apparently, there is more than one person there answering emails because I have already had this conversation with Seller Company.AGAIN, I sent the info with my PayPal payment on Oct. 6. It read, "It's a 1992 2-door Honda Accord." Go check it.
I can only imagine what poorly-worded gibberish I will get in response tomorrow.
If this car ever gets fixed, it'll be a bonafide miracle.
Posted at 09:33 PM | Comments (2)October 23, 2008
My Mommy Said So
I got this email today:
"I don't know if you know it or not, but you have not blogged since Oct. 7th. I realize you are quite busy, but YOU must realize that I am not, and really look forward to your "adventures, etc." So when you have 15 minutes to spare, pull up your comfy desk chair, settle your cute little butt, and type a few lines. There is no more to say.Mommie Dearest"
So I have set my kitchen timer for 15 minutes.
What are my "adventures, etc."? Are they adventures that aren't really adventures, so she has to put them in quotes for the sake of irony? Well, she's right. My life is lame.
But she's also right about my butt -- it is cute. And little!
We are currently painting my home office, which is turning into a MUCH bigger job than the original, "Oh, honey, I just want to paint my office" that lured Husband to his doom a couple months ago.
First of all, I don't want one color. No, I want TWO colors. And a chair rail. Which he has to build and paint and affix to the wall. See, I couldn't decide if I wanted something earthy, like brown or sage; or something girlie, like pink or lavender. So I'm painting the top brown and the bottom pink. It's going to look kind of ridiculous, but I don't care.
Oooh, sage and lavender would also have been a cool combo...
And then, I want a new desk. And it has to be huge. HUUUUUUUUGE. Because I do lots of desky things, so I need space. I also do my make-up at my desk. 'Nuff said. So instead of giving Pottery Barn $3,000 of Husband's hard-earned money, I'm doing him a favor and letting him build me a desk.
At this rate, I'm going to have to blow him every night until Christmas.
Oh, also? I want the finish on all my office furniture to match my antique dresser that's in there, so I had to swap out the bookcases with the ones that are in the basement. That was no small feat. All the Barbies are in a laundry basket in the back room of the basement, and they are pissed.
I'm having a bunch of people over for my birthday next weekend, so I'm hoping that Husband will have everything built and installed by then. Then I can sweep in and hang curtains and pictures and arrange the Barbies on their shelves! I love that shit!
You might think that strapping on a toolbelt and attending to my every whim just might get Husband off the hook for a birthday present. But you know me better than that, don't you, my darlings?
It had better come in a little, blue box.
Posted at 06:03 PM | Comments (0)October 07, 2008
"Natural Beauty"
What up, bitches!!!!!!!!!!!
I just got off of eight and a half straight days of work -- several of the days twelve hours long, or longer -- and now I'm going on vacation for a week. Doesn't leave much time for blogging, this life of polar opposites I lead. I have two pages of scribbled notes here, but I really need to keep it short cuz I gotta PACK.
Previously on "America's Next Top Model," Hannah and Isis left, and Jeremy Scott threw a hissy fit worthy of The Girl Child.
Clark makes some snarky comment on her digitart saying, "It's lonely at the top." Well, stupid, arrogant cunts ususally are lonely, so I can't disagree on any particular point...
Tyra Mail! If it "doesn't fit," don't be "clothes minded."
The girls are taken to some empty warehouse, where Paulina is lurking, wearing a hideous outfit. Jeebus, this town has more empty warehouses than Sunnydale. Paulina tells them how to transform shitty catalogue clothes with the help of tape, water bottles and chicken cutlets.
Each girl gets a pink hard hat and pink toolbelt. I need me a pink toolbelt. The girls get ugly, ill-fitting clothes they have to make look good.
Marjorie asides that she doesn't see the judges as people she can talk to. *sigh* In the words of Calamity Jane on HBO's unwashed, F-bomb-saturated masterpiece Deadwood, "Welcome to the fuckin' club of most of us!"
Have I mentioned that, when I was little, a friend of the family nicknamed me Calamity Jane? It's true. I was a dead shot with a BB gun, man.
Paulina judges, but not in the funny, drunken-sailor kind of way that dear Janice did: Clark looks like a 60 year old lady. Please. Clark wishes she looks as good as Janice.
Marjorie sucks, and Paulina's flippant criticism causes her to blanche and lean on a pillar for support. Seriously, all of a sudden, she's Blanche DuBois. Paulina asks if she's going to throw up. The other girls rush to her defense and tell Paulina that Marjorie is just nervous. Marj says she has a strong "rejection impulse." Whatever that is. Must be some French thing.
In a moment of humanity probably programmed by her creators, Paulina empathizes with Marj and tell her that, "I have it, too. It's the socially acceptable way to be in Europe."
To which Samantha asides, "Welcome to America. You're not in France anymore." Hee!
The winner of the challenge, McKey, gets 50 extra frames at their next shoot.
Tyra Mail! "Are you a force of nature or a total disaster?"
More whining from Marj. The girls are nice at first and tell her it's all in her head, but then they get sick of her crap and start pecking at the bloody spot. Marj freaks out. *yawn*
Oooh! Whitney makes cupcakes in her commercial! Okay, I can totally believe that Whitney eats cupcakes in real life, and that's why I love her. I want to eat cupcakes with Whitney.
The girls are taken to Siren Studios. The set is a scale model of a city. Jay comes out in a monster suit and, with the help of a strobe light, makes the girls scream. Jeebus, they're retarded. The girls are going to be L.A. natural disasters.
As an earthquake, Elina earns high praise from Jay, who tells her that she's "not that bad." Sheena gives him lots of variety as a sandstorm. (Garrance -- Do you suppose she got sand in her vagina?)
Clark is a black-out, and a wash-out, apparently, because Jay says that she "doesn't look pretty at all." Lauren Brie is a snowstorm. Joslyn is a landslide, and Jay tells her to "go back to the way you were" at the beginning of the show. Ya know -- good.
Analeigh is the Santa Anna winds. McKey portrays a heatwave, and Jay goes, "Finally, we have a model show up to the set!" Hee! Samanatha "creates a wall of water" as a tidal wave.
Have I mentioned they're all in mod fashions and make-up? Totally cute.
Marjorie is a "traffic jam," which... I'm not sure is a natural disaster. Jay calls her a "broken Barbie doll." Marj's verdict? "I failed."
Back at the house, Clark is stoked that she's currently in the number one spot. Wait. Was she at her photo shoot? You can't rest on your laurels, girlie. Especially when you don't even know what that means.
Judging! The guest judge is some person who took some photos of Jaslene.
Marjorie gets another pep talk from Paulina.
Lauren Brie is "too posey."
Samantha is "ex-squirt-site." Yes, Miss J really said that.
Clark showed "no emotion."
Elina looks "mean but pretty."
Sheena was "having fun."
Analeigh -- "body good, film great, need more face."
http://www.cwtv.com/thecw/gen-gallery-antm11-models/7/7 is "a mess."
McKey causes a disagreement between Nigel and Tyra.
Deliberations!
Marjorie has "improved weekly." Or did they say "improved weakly?" The judges mention her insecurity, and Paulina educates them about the bitter, negative attitude of all Europeans because they are all alike, no matter where they're from or what kind of life they live.
Lauren Brie is "cheese on ice." Samantha is "a ham, but cute." Clark's "sparkle is gone."
Elina remains uptight. Some of the judges think that Sheena is "magic," but since Sheena isn't European, Paulina thinks that she doesn't have the looks.
Analeigh... I wrote "not photo genie." What does that mean? Joslyn showed great potential, but now she's struggling. McKey's photo wasn't "melty enough."
Tyra calls Samantha to be this week's digitart, remarking that she went "from the bottom to the top." Then she calls Analeigh, McKey, Elina, Marjorie, Lauren Brie and Sheena, leaving Joslyn and Clark in the Bottom Two.
Joslyn has gone from good to bad. Clark has gone from bad to okay. But Joslyn has a great personality, so she gets to stay. YAY! Oh, how the mighty bitch has fallen!
Clark's sobby, snotty farewell is accompanied by... a tiara. Is that, like, a parting gift that Tyra gives all the girls? We keep seeing tiara's in the good-bye interviews. Well, I'm not going to lose sleep over it.
Next week: Tyra teaches the girls about signature poses. Lord, save me from Tyra in a miracle bra.
Shortest. ANTM. Recap. EVAH!!!
Hey, Sue, don't forget to TiVo the next two episodes for me!
Posted at 08:12 PM | Comments (0)