Post by Emmy Rossum on Feb 2, 2012 13:39:25 GMT -5
So, the theme of this round has been, "Let's kick Emmy in the face." First, we get Kate randomly attacking me. I think she's probably just mad at me for beating her at first callout, and then beating her again in the Fashion Police awards.
That kind of crap just won't fly. I happen to know that Kate is pushing forty, and old people are supposed to be good role models for us younger folk.
Forget you, Kate. Buh-bye!
Then, there's Miley. I heard her sobbing in her room last night to Billy Ray, complaining about how big mean ol' Emmy made her change teams. Whatever, Family Channel.
Then, of course, to add insult to injury, my team winds up getting sandbagged by Katie's limited portfolio. Now, don't get me wrong. I like Katie. But I like winning, too. If I'd been given a bit more freedom with my magazine photo, we'd have sucked a lot less. Thank goodness for reward points!
Miley decided to get all "Ragemiley" about it. Yeah. Okay.
Slightly more threatening than Miley Cyrus
So, naturally, I'm all cheesed off about getting lambasted in the photoshoot, and swear that I'm gonna do whatever it takes to make sure that I survive next week and live to slay Katy Perry like I keep failing to do.
Then I see this whole sisters thing.
My reaction
Katie's portfolio is the size of a motel brochure, so I'm pretty sure this means that I'm screwed beyond any hope of redemption.
But then! There's a switch! I'm being placed with a new partner! Huzzah!
...Oh wait, it's Troian. Whose portfolio is the size of a slightly bigger motel brochure.
I'm hoping against hope that I can cobble something awesome together, because I feel like Anne pretty much did this for revenge because of what I did to Miley and Sarah.
You'd have done the same thing, Anne!
So, yeah, apparently "Emmy Rossum" is the new "'Friday' by Rebecca Black," but all I can do is keep my head held high, keep my photoshop hoppin', and fight like crazy to survive another day.
Wish me luck, lovelies. I'm gonna need it...
PS - Katy, don't think you're excused in all of this.
That kind of crap just won't fly. I happen to know that Kate is pushing forty, and old people are supposed to be good role models for us younger folk.
Forget you, Kate. Buh-bye!
Then, there's Miley. I heard her sobbing in her room last night to Billy Ray, complaining about how big mean ol' Emmy made her change teams. Whatever, Family Channel.
Then, of course, to add insult to injury, my team winds up getting sandbagged by Katie's limited portfolio. Now, don't get me wrong. I like Katie. But I like winning, too. If I'd been given a bit more freedom with my magazine photo, we'd have sucked a lot less. Thank goodness for reward points!
Miley decided to get all "Ragemiley" about it. Yeah. Okay.
Slightly more threatening than Miley Cyrus
So, naturally, I'm all cheesed off about getting lambasted in the photoshoot, and swear that I'm gonna do whatever it takes to make sure that I survive next week and live to slay Katy Perry like I keep failing to do.
Then I see this whole sisters thing.
My reaction
Katie's portfolio is the size of a motel brochure, so I'm pretty sure this means that I'm screwed beyond any hope of redemption.
But then! There's a switch! I'm being placed with a new partner! Huzzah!
...Oh wait, it's Troian. Whose portfolio is the size of a slightly bigger motel brochure.
I'm hoping against hope that I can cobble something awesome together, because I feel like Anne pretty much did this for revenge because of what I did to Miley and Sarah.
You'd have done the same thing, Anne!
So, yeah, apparently "Emmy Rossum" is the new "'Friday' by Rebecca Black," but all I can do is keep my head held high, keep my photoshop hoppin', and fight like crazy to survive another day.
Wish me luck, lovelies. I'm gonna need it...
PS - Katy, don't think you're excused in all of this.