Little Red (mylittleredgirl) wrote,
Little Red

Time to stock up on spray-tan...

Dancing With the Stars is starting tomorrow.

Yes, the Dancing With the Stars. The thing that consumed my entire spring and most of my summer in a glittery haze of enough tassels and spray-tan and exposed midriffs to make a pageant mama proud. I am most excited about Carson and Anna, and here's why, in a DWTS commercial it won't let me embed:

Oh, those SHOES!

There's another commercial with Kym, of I've-written-her-in-lots-of-porn-and-oh-yeah-she-won-last-season fame and her partner David Arquette of Little-Red's-teenage-crush fame (oh come on, you can't tell me you didn't want to get up on that in Never Been Kissed), but Kym doesn't throw a bitchface nearly as well as Anna does. She is pretty well naked in that dress from last season's near-death Argentine Tango Of Hot Sexy True Love, though.

Anyway, I'm totally going to liveblog the premiere tomorrow, so you should come visit my LJ at 8 pacific and tell me to drink more.

In other news, Ted Williams on a disco ball, the Red Sox have forgotten how to play baseball. I think we need Ben Sisko and the Prophets to come down and explain how this game works. ("You hit the ball in between these two white lines. It's linear!") I successfully drowned my sorrows in Tom Brady being an alien from Planet Quarterback. I never watch football games early in the season, but I've watched the Patriots play both weeks now because I have to watch Hines play for the Steelers in case he, I don't know, arranges for the jumbotron to flash a marriage proposal to Kym, and then I feel dirty for cheating on my boys in blue. So thank you, DWTS, for making me a full-season football fan, and therefore taking over even more of my week!
Tags: fandom: dwts, sports: red sox

  • Post a new comment


    Anonymous comments are disabled in this journal

    default userpic