omg, kenley is UNFUCKINBELIEVABLE. didn't her mama teach her that no one likes a smarty pants? oh yes, that's right ~ she didn't have no mama. just her dad and a tugboat. wHaTeVeR. seriously, was that sad little story supposed to make me feel sorry for her? cuz guess what? IT DIDN'T.
i couldn't believe that they didn't kick her ass to the curb last night after that i-want-a-golden-goose-and-i-want-it-now! tantrum. those judges are such whores. "well, i really would like to see what she'd come up with given the chance, wouldn't you? i mean, even tho she is kind of rude...." that's bullshit. i wanted to see her dreams squashed right there on the runway!!! i was soooo looking forward to the nuclear meltdown that was about to come...
oh, wait. i get it now... YES! they want to send her home for three months and have her spend all of that time slaving away at her reptiles from the 50's collection, meanwhile getting her hopes and self-delusion level sky high. THEN they'll tell her it's all total crap and that NOW she can go home.
omg, that's brilliant.
my favorite part of last night was when my boy jerell got all nasty on her ass during the judging. sheesh, i must have watched that five times...
j: well i really think that i should show at bryant park (sniff sniff) because it's my life-long (sniff) dream, and and and um i just really wanna go (SNIFF!) and um if i had to pick two people to be there, it would be korto and leanne... i mean, i think that kenley is a talented designer and all, especially considering the fact that she was raised on a boat by some straight dude in FLORIDA of all godforsaken places, but helllllllo? the 1950's are like, so, well, 195o's, and...
k: shut UP jerell! they didn't ask you for REASONS. they just asked you WHO, you BUTTHEAD.
j: but i'm going to give them reasons, KENLEY.
k: but NO ONE wants to hear them! and what do YOU know anyway? talk about making the same dress every week...
j: shut up BITCH! you'll get your turn to talk. but now it's MY TURN.
k: blah! blah! blah! blah!
j: (tears are suddenly gone, and his inner sha-nay-nay takes over) FINE! you want it like that? alrighty then. ME. KORTO. LEANNE ~ TO.THE.PARK, YO!
clap clap clap!
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