tv. yes. i am so impressed with channel seven this year - it's gone from being the awkward youngster in braces and mary-janes, and has blossomed into a self-assured hottie, a-la anne hathaway in the princess diaries. i hardly used to watch it - apart from the family guy and american dad when i should have been sleeping, and better homes and gardens on the friday nights i wasn't out having a life - but there's so much goodness happening there at the moment. ugly betty. brothers and sisters. starveillance. and... dancing with the stars, if only for the amazing kate ceberano. how good? seriously - how. good. waiting for her to dance even makes me less annoyed with the stupid bridging song they sing when they're coming back from the ads ('dancing with the stars - dance, dance, dance'. very creative). in an ideal world, the guy from home and away would be bumped next, followed by the girl who used to be on neighbours. then everyone else, one by one, till kate and jean-paul are left rocking out to wolfmother or something equally as loud. now, that.
that would make it perfect.
that would make it perfect.
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