Iowa And America’s Top Model
I’m sitting at my office at the end of a long day doing the work that I’m supposed to be doing, as that’s what I’m paid to do, and I must tell you I had a smashing day considering my insides want to fall out and I’m running a fever.
With that said, I am somewhat upset that I’m not going to get to see the returns tonight as they come in from Iowa.
Or, America’s Next Top Model, that appalls me and then has reeled me in for the last three days. I’ve learned more about Photoshop this week than you will ever know. I keep wanting to yell at the screen “Show the DAMNED pictures” every fifteen minutes, as girly teen angst over granola bars and bulima is not my cup of tea.
Yeah, I know. I’m complex.
