LAST EDITED ON 01-26-06 AT 01:32 PM (EST)

There's this chick (at least I think it's a chick, since the name resembles "drippy faucet" - no gender insinuation there) on some message board on the internets and she thinks I'm making too much of my groin pull. Guess I'll have to beef up my acting skills. Somebody shut her up already!

And her critique! *sniff* That drippy faucet is just a world-class judge wannabee. First off, I need to show my serious side so that the jaded peeps out there in viewerland won't avoid voting for me because of my peppy personality. I know how those types are. After all, I've made it pretty high up in *Hollyweird*, that empire full of jaded, bored snarkbunnies (and hares). Damn proud of that fact, too! I've played my cards right (my unabashed begging at Fox didn't hurt either!), and I've done very well for myself, thankyouverymuch.

And that was a mohawk, drippy drip! Some big former competitive skater you are, having to walk through the steps in your bedroom! Shoulda gotten that just by watching the telly screen, girly girl. Slipping a bit?! At least you didn't mess with my layback. Siiiiigh. That was a beautiful sight, wasn't it? (And it felt so groood, tee hee.)

And those silly judges! They shoulda realized that I was just holding back the other night due to the fact that I'm totally terrified of actually injuring my groin - for real. But they'll see. I'm the best. Deborah's got nuthin' on me. (Dave and Bruce are already toast.) The one I'm worried about right now is Kristy. Hmmm....... she did pretty well the other night.

Back to work - and some potential groin-tearing with that hottie partner of mine. On second thought? Not.
I'm in 1st place! There's a reason for that.

So take that, drippy faucet!

(Edited because my silly personal assistant can't really type. It's so hard to find good help these days.)

smooches to WaterDrop - thanks for the material, babe!