Grammy-watching

I had a whole bunch of random comments, but to reflect the horrible I-can’t-believe-I-watched-the-whole-thing-it-was-so-fucking-boring nature of the show, I’ve distilled it down to a few. YAY for Norah Jones. Aretha Franklin, what the hell were you wearing? And Erykah Badu with your Whitney-in-the-80s hair and your drugged up Whitney-in-the-00s behavior.

  • http://www.livejournal.com/users/bridgettes Bridgette

    WORD on Aretha. Jesus! I want John Mayer to give me a hug. I want to smack Avril. I want to look like Sheryl when I am 40+, should that day ever occur.

  • http://thewatergirl.blogspot.com the watergirl

    i just want to say this, on the record.

    someday, when i’m famous, i will beat this shit out of that worthless, 12-years-old looking poseur otherwise known as avril lavigne. “punk”, my ass.

    in fact, i might become famous *only* so i can kick her ass.