"I love you. Even if you have a mullet."

Love has a plethora of definitions. For most of us though, it’s like the world’s biggest scavenger hunt or game of “Where’s Waldo?” It’s almost impossible to find when you’re looking for it. So my advice, ladies, is to STOP LOOKING.

The last time I wrote about a relationship, I wrote about my horrific breakup. That happened in August last year. In my devastation, my fabulous roommates encouraged me to step away from the frozen novelties (Choco Tacos cure all pain), get out and not think about the breakup. Needless to say, this did wonders! I drank, I danced, I hooked up – everything felt normal. I was just having fun – not looking for anything to fill my heart’s void – and it was awesome. The partying along with weekly therapy sessions greatly helped my emotional state and I soon snapped out of my funk and realized that I wasted so much time on a complete idiot. Read More »

And here it is – the finale that no one really cares about.

I’m calling Thing 2 for the win since he flew her ass out to France for this.

T2, Sinceer and Black are the last three standing either in France or in Fort Lauderdale, I still haven’t figured this out. Someone’s going home in the morning, which means that we’re probably in for a sloppy, whiny night. I guess Black and T2 are going to gang up to get Sinceer and her forehead out.

And I was totally wrong – there was no sloppy ‘please don’t eliminate me’ hook up. Flav sits with them as they eat breakfast and pretends to be saddened by the decision that he was to make. He has three tickets in his hands – one to Paris, one to Monaco and one to LA.

T2 and her ginormous gold hoops are going to Paris.

Black hopes that Flav sees her for who she is – if who you are is that pair of massive breasts, then you’re set.

Flav makes Sinceer and Black give him reasons why they should go to Monaco with him and I refuse to listen to this. Apparently Flav doesn’t want to hear it either since it’s a lot of screaming and no words. Read More »