I’m a Scrapbooking Grand Master, so as you can obviously tell, the unrelenting media attention and constant pressure to stay sharp rarely leaves me time to watch television. Lucky for me, because the season finale of Dirt was last night. I’m not really sure how it’s possible to ruin two chicks making out, but bravo Dirt, you’ve succeeded where many have failed. I swear, I’ve seen a sexier kiss at a wake. This wouldn’t have been so bad if we didn’t have to hear about this “kiss” for the last two months. Or if Jennifer Aniston wasn’t so predictably boring. I saw the first ten minutes of Derailed and the next thing I remember was waking up six months later and a doctor telling my mother it was a miracle.
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