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Ahhhh, I'm five minutes into the Reunion Episode of Project Runway and I already want to hit just about everyone. The guy who got booted for having fashion how-to books is a total bitch diva, and the show is showing how much they have to push in order to get some "drama" in that they cut to Jeffrey to try and get something inflammatory about this asshole who cheated. Jeffrey, to his credit, was like "It's fair he got kicked off. He violated the contract, and the rest of us didn't." Heidi Klum's righteous anger about this stupidity is as stupid as the cheater being stupid. She's getting mad at him for cooking up conspiracy theories, which is just crazy. Just tell him he's crazy that no one is sympathetic.

Vincent. Dear. God, Vincent is fucking stupid as well. He's so full of himself, and he's next up to be roasted (I actually liked Laura--GASP--that she told him he was delusional). He was also mean to Tim Gunn, so fuck him. He's crazy, he's arrogant, no one likes him because they are creeped out by everything he says and does. And, greeeeeeat after the break, more of Jeffrey and Angela bitching at each other. That's absolutely what I enjoyed about this show.

Oooh, commercials say: Laura thinks Jeffrey is cheating! I think, since they already used the "cheater cheater" plot line, he's probably safe. Also, fuck you Laura. You're just jealous because your Fashion Week collection seemed to suggest that tar and feathering was coming back into style and Jeffrey's was actually good.

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LOST. Season Three Premiere. Yeeeee-aaaaah.

( Um, what? )

I don't think a single episode of this show has ever made me curse that much. Am I disappointed? I have no idea. Not a whole lot happened. Jack was broken, Sawyer was being StupidHick!Sawyer, and Kate was doing her stupid doe-eyed shit. The glimpses of the Others were cool, but as soon as the LOST-ies come into it, you can't not focus on them. And they weren't being cool.

The Nine, which was on after? I'm not sure. I have the same indifference to it as I did to the first episode of Heroes. The whole conceit of these people being brought together by the trauma of a hostage situation, fine, I buy it. Skipping over said hostage situation entirely after spending ten minutes doing the ominous slow-entry into the bank thing? Blah. Still, I do love the Tim Daly...

And Project Runway continues not to disappoint with the melodrama. Jeffrey actually came off better in the debate about his treatment of Angela's mom, and Angela came off worse. Gag me, though, if any one ever says again that, in another life, they'd ever date.

( And fucking fuckity fuckshit fuck! )

Could they be any more condescending towards Kayne? "Uh, lots of people have their own style..." I don't mind them doing it to Angela--her dog outfit was hoochie hooker wear. And TopAmericanDesigner Michael Kors can blow me--he never doubts any of his decisions? My foot. The only one I'd buy that from is Neeeeeeena Gaaaahhhceeeeeaaaahh. She's a ball-busting bitch--in a good way. And she's fucking definite. The fainting model syndrome? Oh my God, never have I agreed with the ban on super skinny models more. The girl was fainting on the runway, probably because the last time she'd eaten was the day she decided to be a model. This deserves a lot more attention, and it just won't get it (in fact, they kept making fun of the one model who seemed to faint every time she got anxious--well, duh, if you're really stressed out and running on, say, five hundred calories a day, you're going to pass out, and even if she's playing it up, I can easily believe her skinny ass is dying).

I need a dream icon like ivy03 has

And, speaking of miss ivy03, she was in my dream last night. ( Ewww, it was work-related dream with needles. Yuck. )

The second dream I had involved Jeffrey Sebalia from Project Runway, and while my dream about ivy03 was fairly disturbing, especially at the end, this one bothered me just as much because instead of being freaked, I was embarrassed for myself the whole time. Why? ( Because my dream was about going on a date with the crazy neck-tattooed guy. )