When did I let reality TV consume my soul?!
Go Juju, go Juju...
Seriously, though, as displeased and confused as I was to see Pandora go home last time, I can't really deny that this is how I expected the final three to work out. I had hoped it would be Juju, Pandora, and Raven, but those stupid judges love Tyra because the bitch can runway something fierce for some reason. A couple weeks back I called the whole thing for Raven. I'm rooting for Juju, but survey says Raven will be our next drag superstar. Can't really complain; she's been getting stronger and stronger as the competition's gone on. She's the anti-Shannel - I started out hating her, and now I love her.
... But not as much as Juju. C'mon, Kimora! Work it out!
And yet, somehow the drag thing isn't my gayest obsession of the moment. No no, that would be, y'know, the guy who should've won last season of American Idol. And whose CD I haven't stopped listening to since I bought it a few days ago. And who's going to be back tonight as a mentor, and then again tomorrow to perform. That guy. Yeah. Love.
I'mma go find some eyeliner to smudge around. In anticipation of tonight's show. I am pathetic.