Sniff. (And Aww.)
I’m very emotional these last days. Today I had tears in my eyes while reading „The Kite Runner“, which after 100 pages may already have qualified for the saddest book I’ve read in a long time. Why didn’t anyone warn me? Are all you people who put it in first place at the Puddly’s Awards masochists? This is sad. This is heart-breaking. This is tragical. This is killing me. Can’t you see you’re killing me?
What’s even scarier is that I have still more than 200 pages to go and I don’t think this book is getting cheery all rainbows and sunshine style any time soon.
Then today as I catched up on my „Beauty and the Geek“ I nearly cried several times. Why am I so incredible cheesy. Josh makes me cry. Tristin makes me cry. All the guys coming out after their make-over and actually looking good brought tears to my eyes. And Josh.
Which automatically leads to this:
1) I hate Cher.
2) I hate that Thais and Tyson are no longer in the game. Gosh, they were cute. Both, actually. And they seemed just genuinely nice. I hate that they had to go.
3) I hate Cher. Did I mention that? It’s one thing to be in this game for the money and think strategically, but it’s another thing to act totally bitchy and selfish while doing that. While we’re busy giving social advice to the boys, could someone please give Cher the one or other lesson about socially appropriate behaviour? Because she needs that lesson badly. God, I hate her.