I may have cable now with like a gazillion channels, but my heart belongs to one show:

I don’t care if Blair kind of looks like a pilgrim in this, I cannot wait for more Gossip Girl.

And speaking of cable, I’m not really sure what to do with myself now. I mean, it’s just too easy to sit on my bed while dressing and watch the Top-whatever video countdown. And I don’t even like that music. Imagine what happens when something cool like The Golden Girls come on.

The other day I was flipping through the guide and I had to decide between such craptastic shows like Rock of Love 2, ANTM, and TEENAGE MOTHER. I haven’t had cable in five years and yet I think I’ve been a functioning member of society. But this? This will be the death of me.

Tiffany: Kill me if I ever look this kind of tan:

Megan: Ahaha, or me.
I think her rouge is so tacky
I mean, do people even use rouge anymore?
That’s what I think of when I see it.
Like some damned line from Reba’s “Fancy.”
Lohan, don’t let me down!

Tiffany: I use a little blush, but not rouge, or what I think of as rouge, which is more of a lip balmy stuff you rub on. [ rouge - noun. 1. any of various red cosmetics for coloring the cheeks or lips]

Megan: Well I feel like she rubbed it on her cheek haphazardly.

Tiffany: or with four fingers, together.

Megan: Haha, yes.

Tiffany: Or perhaps a fist.

Megan: Or a four yr old.