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Time to stock up on spray-tan...
Sep. 18th, 2011 08:39 pmDancing With the Stars is starting tomorrow.
Yes, the Dancing With the Stars. The thing that consumed my entire spring and most of my summer in a glittery haze of enough tassels and spray-tan and exposed midriffs to make a pageant mama proud. I am most excited about Carson and Anna, and here's why, in a DWTS commercial it won't let me embed:
Oh, those SHOES!
There's another commercial with Kym, of I've-written-her-in-lots-of-porn-and-oh-yeah-she-won-last-season fame and her partner David Arquette of Little-Red's-teenage-crush fame (oh come on, you can't tell me you didn't want to get up on that in Never Been Kissed), but Kym doesn't throw a bitchface nearly as well as Anna does. She is pretty well naked in that dress from last season's near-death Argentine Tango Of Hot Sexy True Love, though.
Anyway, I'm totally going to liveblog the premiere tomorrow, so you should come visit my LJ at 8 pacific and tell me to drink more.
In other news, Ted Williams on a disco ball, the Red Sox have forgotten how to play baseball. I think we need Ben Sisko and the Prophets to come down and explain how this game works. ("You hit the ball in between these two white lines. It's linear!") I successfully drowned my sorrows in Tom Brady being an alien from Planet Quarterback. I never watch football games early in the season, but I've watched the Patriots play both weeks now because I have to watch Hines play for the Steelers in case he, I don't know, arranges for the jumbotron to flash a marriage proposal to Kym, and then I feel dirty for cheating on my boys in blue. So thank you, DWTS, for making me a full-season football fan, and therefore taking over even more of my week!
Yes, the Dancing With the Stars. The thing that consumed my entire spring and most of my summer in a glittery haze of enough tassels and spray-tan and exposed midriffs to make a pageant mama proud. I am most excited about Carson and Anna, and here's why, in a DWTS commercial it won't let me embed:
Oh, those SHOES!
There's another commercial with Kym, of I've-written-her-in-lots-of-porn-and-oh-yeah-she-won-last-season fame and her partner David Arquette of Little-Red's-teenage-crush fame (oh come on, you can't tell me you didn't want to get up on that in Never Been Kissed), but Kym doesn't throw a bitchface nearly as well as Anna does. She is pretty well naked in that dress from last season's near-death Argentine Tango Of Hot Sexy True Love, though.
Anyway, I'm totally going to liveblog the premiere tomorrow, so you should come visit my LJ at 8 pacific and tell me to drink more.
In other news, Ted Williams on a disco ball, the Red Sox have forgotten how to play baseball. I think we need Ben Sisko and the Prophets to come down and explain how this game works. ("You hit the ball in between these two white lines. It's linear!") I successfully drowned my sorrows in Tom Brady being an alien from Planet Quarterback. I never watch football games early in the season, but I've watched the Patriots play both weeks now because I have to watch Hines play for the Steelers in case he, I don't know, arranges for the jumbotron to flash a marriage proposal to Kym, and then I feel dirty for cheating on my boys in blue. So thank you, DWTS, for making me a full-season football fan, and therefore taking over even more of my week!
