bowties and tears

i'm mondo depressed that rachel zoe is over. it hasn't even crossed my mind that my truebloodlove bairam and i are the only people who actually watch the show, so unless we want to pony up our combined salary of $42,000 to pay for a second season, it might not be back. please bow your heads in prayer that there are enough fags and respective hags out there to join in candle-light vigil/blow our pals at bravo into season deux.

so bairam (or, brian, for his quaalude'd-out office mate) has a bit of a thing for taylor jacobson, stylist associate in the zoe camp. but her bangs totally stress me out, so i prefer the ralph lauren-sporting, buttoned-up to button-down, alexander mcqueen skinny jeaned, brad goreski, rach's stylist assistant. at least he has a decent grasp of grammar.

also, i wore glasses for a solid 10 years, starting with a pair of red fisher price specs in the 4th grade. can you envision? my first flute concert in all black and white and red glasses? shut. it. down. anyway, i'm also a girl and quickly learned to cry to get my way (usually over playing brenda walsh during recess reenactments of that week's 90210 episode), but i must say, NEVER have i fogged up a pair of glasses the way brad did in the finale. he also has a julia roberts-style vein in his forehead when he gets stressed out. i cant decide if the comparison loses him points or if he still wins based on general vein-appearance.

also, he admits to being 30. THIRTY. i didn't have his skin when i was six. if he stays for another season, he's definitely getting his first wrinkle. and i, for one, intend to be there to watch it form.

p.s. placing bets on how long until his first hook up w/ rodger(!!!!). do you die? i die.