Another Irish Drinking Song

America's Next Top Model.

I fxxxing hate this show.

It creates such a visceral reaction of disgust in me, I consider myself lucky not to lose control of my dinner and hurl it back up all over the screen.

SHUT THE HELL UP, TYRA BANKS.  AND SHUT THE FRACK UP, ALL OF YOU WHINY LOSER BEESHES.

I could write a long treatise on the societal and cultural reasons I have for utterly despising the show with every fiber of my entire being, but I don't really want to.  I'll just sit here and try to keep my head from exploding.




I am being passive-aggressive by posting this, as my younger sister (not the one I like, the one I loathe) loves the show and is playing it RIGHT HERE NEXT TO MY HEAD AS I'M TRYING TO WRITE A ROUGH DRAFT OF AN ESSAY ON THE FRACKING RED BADGE OF COURAGE.

Argh.  And oh, great, I can't turn my default type size back on.  It's either this or one step up to extra-small, which is slightly larger than my usual font size, just enough to bother me.