reality hates me. television that is.
America. We have some crazy programs. There was a talk show I was watching this morning at work where people were getting over their fears. One lady was afraid of cotton balls. Fluffy, white, harmless cotton balls. But that wasn't what really got to me. It was actually how the show made her 'get over her fear'. A guy came out from backstage in a suit covered in cotton balls. Helpful.
Dance is my fandom
(Image from MTV)
I cried. Really. My sister got me into watching America's Best Dance Crew and I fell in love with the Fanny Pak crew. They were so creative, funny and colorful and pretty much the only reason I watched the show. And they were in the top three groups until they were eliminated tonight. I would have perfectly understood if they messed up within the past couple weeks or did poorly but they didn't! They were really good. And now I have nothing to watch next week. =P
Why I liked them? (Images also from MTV)
They could be hot.
They made me not so shy to dance in public. Oh wellz.