Last post of the season, I swear, all you flisters tired of my reality TV blather.
8:18 p.m.
ICU cryin', Cat Deeley.
I'm glad Evan got third place. Why? It means I can genuinely be glad for him--for his adorable face, for his infectious sweetness, and for the genuine growth we've seen in him over the season. And I don't have to be mad he stole the crown from one of my favorite people.
It's Jeanine or Brandon. I'm already thrilled. I don't even know which one it is yet, but I can't be sad now.
Unless I'm sad it can't be BOTH of those talented motherfuckers. :D