Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Project Runway Questions

Is Blayne trying to act special needs? Cause, seriously, I think he
has fetal alcohol syndrome.

What is up with Jerrel's clothes? Did he survive a bear attack or what?

Can they just eliminate Stella based on her choice of fabric? Cause,
black satin, what. The. Mother. Fuck.

Will Daniel be my new bff? That putt putt joke touched my heart.

Are Jennifer and Leanne the same person? Has anyone ever seen them in
the same frame? !!!

No, people, for real, can we just send Stella home mid-episode?

Could I hate Kenley and her fake ass flower more?

I refuse to believe that blayne does not know Sgt. Pepper. There is no
question here, I just hate blayne with a passion I cannot explain.

Is jerrel making an ascot? Don't get me wrong, I heart a nice ascot,
but not this one.

When did Joe turn into such a fricking baby? And if he's going to be
angry, get angry, stop babbling about paying attention.

Did suede just win back more points with me by saying whackadoodle?
Why yes, he did.

Do you think Stella ever cocks her head and pokes herself with the
stupid effing steel spikes embedded in her collar? I hope so.

Is it just me or does Terri's outfit looks like a bloody growth on her
model's neck?

When did big nasty collars come into style?

How does Stella make it through every time? She made a black outfit.
BLACK. Are you kidding me?

Shut up Jennifer, your outfit is not for the Olympics. Are you serious
with this shit?

Joe, how did such a big whiner make such an awesome outfit?

Is the republic of cocktailland a real place? How do I book a ticket
to get there?

Jerrel, were you aiming for hot mess? Just wondering.

Is this a joke? How did korto win over Joe and Terri? What about a
white pantsuit screams Olympics?

Could I care less about whether Daniel or Jennifer goes home?

Final thoughts: for realsies people, Joe and Terri were the bomb
tonight. I do not get korto. I continue to hate Stella and blayne but
at least blayne doesn't design outfits that make me want to hang
myself with a leather strap. Smell ya later Jennifer, was that your
name?

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