I really, really, really hate Darren Criss. I have never before cared much about celebrities, but there is something just so - oh - spunky and perky about him ...it makes me all stabby inside. He's too perfect - and not in a good way.
How is it that I am JUST discovering Gossip with Beth Ditto? Have I been asleep for the last decade? I'm so ashamed.
If you encounter a fat, soft spoken hick named Christian with blonde hair, blue eyes and tobacco stained teeth - and he suffers from plumber's butt and smells like the floorboard of a 1974 Ford pickup, that's my brother. Please kill him on site.
I'm really pissed at my father for not warning me about some of the biological inconveniences of growing older. Random psychotic night hair growth - usually about the nose or eyebrows - can be damaging to the psyche.
More later.
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I admit to having a wee crush on Darren Criss.
Cute, talented, pro-gay.
What's not to love?
Your brother sounds dreamy. Is he single?
Edder - technically, no - in his latest jump off the rails, he simultaneously abandoned my widowed mother and his wife and children in the Philippines.
That's the second set he's abandoned.
I'd neuter him if I could. He's a charmer.
Ugh. Sorry to hear that, my friend.
You know I hate to be a buzzkill, but I sincerely hope he manages to piss off someone with anger management issues and a wood chipper.
His wife is pleading for money by e-mail while my mother is in bankruptcy court today thanks to my father's prolonged illness (much of which was preventable but don't get me on that train).
And - my housekeeper returned to her home country today to rescue her children from her insane, torturing mother.
Bette Davis couldn't handle the level of fucking drama surrounding me right now.
Thank God for booze.
I can't stand his high-water pants and the faces that he makes when he sings.
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