...fucking suspense is killing me.

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Honestly. Why do I care?

It's one half hour until the west coast showing of the rock star inxs finale, and I'm climbin' the fucking walls.

Ok, I know I could go look up the result on the net. But I don't wanna spoil it, right? I just want it to fucking start already!

I don't think a reality teevee show has ever gotten me this wound (again, aside from when Lex got down to the final three, but you know, he's a personal friend). But it feels like that sitting here wishing for JD to win when I know the choice is already made.

I'm thinking, tequila or ice cream? tequila or ice cream? I mean, I gotta do something.

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