Don't tell anyone but...

I think I almost overdosed on Timothy Gunn after watching far too many hours to admit, of Project Runway. I know! I just can't help it. I fell into a marathon of it yesterday, and oh, how I love marathon anythings, and it was like I rediscovered my love for the show. Even though I never really had a love for it in the first place. But, whatever.

I just think it's so cool and so neat-o that people can take yards of fabric and make it into clothes. Like clothes you can wear on your body! And it really makes me wish I was a fashion designer, even though I have non-existent style and about 95% of the clothes in my closet are old, pathetic, and most likely containing a hole or two. It's sad, but as much as I'd love owning a new and fabulous wardrobe, the thought of clothes shopping sparks a near fatal panic attack. Why can't I sit and have the clothes come to me? Too many options equals GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE.

But yeah, Project Runway. Such a guilty pleasure right now. I'm three episodes deep into season 5 (courtesy of Project Free Tv ) and I don't think these designers are as good as previous casts. There's some old biker dude-lady who designs things you'd only find on the back streets of Daytona Beach (aka Home of Bike Week, or as it's more affectionately known "The Armpit of Florida"*) and there's this guy Suede (ho-ho! get what he did there?!), that can ONLY talk in third person. He's entirely creepy, and I half considered throwing my laptop across the room to just make him stop (that's clearly not true, I'd never throw you my love. Never.).

But um, hope everyone has a great New Year's and stuff. I just found out the Pharmacy is closed New Year's Day, so, things might just get craz to the ay! Or I'll just have a quiet intimate night with some friends...same thing.

*Thanks to Whitney for the best description of D-town EVER.