Showing posts with label Solitude. Show all posts
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March 2, 2009

The Bachelor Finale


The Rose Ceremony--so traumatic and tacky, it re-ignited feminism even in the most romantic of women. **Insert devil horns above Jason's head on the photo.**

Jason is a double dipper, he took a taste of two different relationships, picked one and then went back on his decision to pursue the other. I hate double dippers, when it comes to relationships, and a bowl of queso.

Tonight's favorite part: Jason, after telling Molly that he doesn't love her, leans over the ledge crying, tears dropping into the pristine pool below. His tight suit pinches his muscles. I couldn't find a photo of this, but the image burns in my mind, unfortunately.

A Wiseman Once Said . . . To be aware of people who double dip, it can serve as a telltale sign for future relationship mishaps.

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