RIP BIG TEN

Thank the sweet baby Jesus that shit is done.  The notion was lovely but, my God, NO.

I don't trust anyone anymore.  I have seen and heard so many stories.  I feel good with Kway and Russell.  And Pedro and Jim only because I seem to amuse them.  Jim is a doll, tho.  Hear that Jim?  I love you.  Thank you for letting me dress you today.

I would like to nom myself.  Right now.  I am too stressed out for this shit, Arisa.  

Okay, back to business.

Getting ready for the HOH now...