When Life Gets You Down...

...you try to think of better times. It gets a little more challenging when you realise that these so-called 'better times' have been so few and far between that you pretty much can't remember any right now. Then, you have to go and weep a little and vent some and generally curse all those stupid idiots at Windy Hill because, damnit, you have INVESTED in them and it frickin' HURTS when they let you down!

Unless you're me. In which case, you don't give too much of a fuck because you've come to expect it and besides, you tipped against those idiots anyway, so if they had somehow pulled a miracle out of their collective arses, you'd have LOST THE FIRST TIP OF THE WEEK and with the way your atrocious tipping is going, you really can't afford that to happen. Besides, the continuing travesty of all this just hammers home the stupidity of the execs' decision to rid themselves of one wildly loved, tubby loon of a coach last year and yank some mong-faced almost-ginger in. THEY'RE STILL LOSING, SO NYAH!

In short: bleh. And then meh.

And then?

Well, you naturally turn your attention to the much more exciting contest of the week: the finale of So You Think You Can Dance Australia!

OMG!!1!awwsum!!like, yea!!11!jack iz sooo hawt i wanna hav his babiez! LOLZ!!1!

I think we can all agree that Jack is probably going to win this and if he does, I wouldn't hate him for it because earlier in the competition, I quite wanted to have his babies. Of late, his 'humble young kid' act hasn't been sitting right with me though, so I've switched sides. I'm all about Rhys' babies now! Oh, Fey One, I'll be your fairy any day. And if he won't have me, I have my sights set on Demi. I can totes swing that way too, cutie!

In short: yay for the gay.

Finally, what y'all should be watching is episode 9 of season 3 of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, entitled Sweet Dee's Dating a Retarded Person.

You. Will. Laugh. Your. Botox. Out.

What can I say? Male rape connotations + Charlie = hilarity. "it might seem wrong but it’s just right".

Long live the Night/Day Man.