This seems like the perfect time for a ranting session, primarily because I had one out in L.A. and no one got to see it. After leaving the mall and getting back to the mansion, I sat down in front of a camera and went on a tear about the challenge for… well, it lasted a while because I was pissed.
I’m gonna try and narrow things down a bit so I’m not spewing venom for pages upon pages without giving a decent explanation of why I was so disgusted with it. And that’s truly how I felt—disgusted. The entire trip back to the mansion, I just felt dirty. While the other challenges had been slightly awkward, they were basically expanding my comfort zone. Getting phone numbers from random women… I hated it. Continue reading “Hey, baby, what’s your sign?”

