Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Waiting for the train, take it to the runway (Week 2)...

So Marion goes home. Ho-hum.


He was a deadwood anyway. And he was doomed from the beginning because he had no...personality. No Bam-Pop! Nothing that drew the attention of the audience, or more importantly, the producers. They need drama and conflict, and Marion was a quiet little guy in weird clothes. His days were numbered from the first episode anyway.

But the tears this week, my lord: Carmen and I think Christian on the Runway, Chris March upon seeing SJP (although that made me chuckle) and Ricky's apparenlty obligatory tearfest during the "confessional". He should be crying, but about those ridiculous train conductor hats he wears. *SIGH*



POLT

Listening to "Personal Jesus" by Depeche Mode

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