Vote or Die pt deux: Twitch v. Joshua

WHAT ELSE IS THERE PEOPLE?

I will certainly be tuning in tonight (albeit only for the last 15 minutes or so) to see who wins this season’s SYTYCD crown. I have loved Twitch and Joshua from the beginning but I’m really torn. I love Twitch’s personality. He’s fun to watch and I think he’s a genuinely nice guy. I’d be happy if he won. Joshua, on the other hand is just a power house. Explosive strength, tackles every dance genre they throw at him and he also seems like a genuinely nice guy! I’d be happy if he won. The dance from last night, when the guys “dueled” was fantabulous! I was on the edge of my sofa when Joshua was hitting those high ass toe touches. Not even when I was captain of my cheerleading squad (shameless plug) could I match him!

I’m not really mentioning the girls because, although they’re sweet, they don’t come close to the guys.

Do you watch? Who will win? Did you vote? VOTE OR DIE!!

Update: JOSHUA WON!

Congrats! Like I said, I liked both guys but I was leaning towards Josh. I didn’t vote though, so I’m typing this from the fiery pits of Hell.

Google me, baby

Yes, I Googled myself last night. I had to check on some things. Let me tell you why.

Tomorrow is the last day of my internship. As a nice thank you, the attorneys took the interns out for drinks and apps, you know, happy hour stuff. It was pretty cool but as the time wore on folks had to get back to their families and whatnot. Soon, there were just a few of us left – the interns, an attorney, and a paralegal. The paralegal is the center of this story.

Her name is… well let’s call her Mandy. Mandy is odd to say the least. Mandy has an identical twin, which should make her cool by default (I don’t’ know, I’ve always thought twins were high on the cool list) but it doesn’t. Mandy is obsessed with a C-list television actor and is the leader of his member’s only internet fan club. Mandy wears t-shirts and sweatshirts with the man’s face ironed-on to ‘em. Mandy keeps laminated color head-shots of this actor on her desk. Mandy writes about 50 pages a night, contributing to her “fan fiction” novel. In this fan fiction, she takes the actor and expounds on roles he’s been in. Her latest work has a character from today going back in time and interacting with a character he played set in the 1940s. She likes the idea of him talking to himself. Ok. While the rest of Philadelphia swelters in heat and humidity, Mandy comes to work in a turtleneck and cardigan. Mandy wears a wig with inexplicably placed bobby pins throughout. Finally, Mandy graduated from an Ivy-League law school yet she’s still a paralegal. Either she didn’t take the Bar at all, or she took it and failed. Either way, makes no sense.

Have I painted a sufficient picture here? I’m saying she’s odd as fuck. Got it? Ok.