Sunday, August 15, 2010

Oh No She Didn't

"I fought so hard I feel like I need another injection of Botox because I have so many wrinkles right now." Verbatim.

Unbelievable. It's such a foreign concept to me.

God I love her entertainment factor. She gives good Big Brother. (And Brendon, call me. I'm not available but I'm allowed to talk to you.)

But I mean Brendon, this chick is mean. She likened you to a monkey. OMG. Get a grip dude. Drop Rachel. People call you The Gruesome Twosome. Hahahaha, good shit this summer.

Sent from my iPhone

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Hidden Treasures or just Blasts From The Past?

It's amazing the shit you discover while in the process of a move.

Am I supposed to keep this thing forever?

I've bruised and battered and straight-up abused this old poster board (circa 2003). But I haven't parted with it, yet...because I still remember how excited I was when I got it.

I just found it in my closet tonight.

I was two months into the Big Brother house and I could taste the end. I could. It tasted like flour, but at least it tasted like something compared to the mundane every day I was subjected to.

And I literally hated the people left in the house with me so this poster board was my savior. Imagine, I thought, people were writing stuff about me on a website. Wow.

And then when I got home I saw all the nasty brutally-raw putrid and scathing remarks about me that I read all of while laughing and nodding my head in agreement to half of them.

Big Brother was an experience and it still is, it's never going to end, OMG.

The question is, what am I supposed to DO with these Big Brother "thingies". Do they become Belgian like me? Or do they stay at my mother's place here in NY and forever take up critical real estate in the closets?

Or do they get thrown out with the trash?