I think I’ve been working too much lately. I may or may not be hallucinating.
But, seeing as how I saw this on E!, I’m pretty sure it’s real, and I’m pretty sure I’m a little terrified.
Y’all, Khloe Kardashian-Odom is being considered as a judge for The X Factor. AND SHE WANTS THE JOB! Ermahgerd, wertterferk? Is this the twilight zone? Did I miss something? Since when did ANYONE think ANY of the Kardashians were qualified to judge talent?
Oh! Wait! Is reality television now considered talent?
I’ve pretty much decided that it’s best if I go ahead and give up on humanity (and television) and put more stock in bad movies and trashy romance novels. If you’re with me, interwebz, fist-bumping will commence at the end of the post. Just don’t punch your screen like I will probably do.
So, like I said, the skinny is that she’s being considered, and she’s super happy about it. She said things and stuff about being excited, loving Simon and the fact that he doesn’t want to “blow smoke up people’s asses,” she’s ready for the challenge, blahdy-blah-blah. I can’t find where anyone has said they’re in talks about a contract yet (they being the network, the producers, and Khloe), but I’m pretty sure if she’s wanting it, she’s getting it, you know?
How’s THAT for Blow-Your-Mind Friday news? BAM! I mean, I just don’t get how that show works, I guess. I thought all the judges were supposed to have some kind of actual talent so they could, you know, actually judge these people.
It could just be the Red Bull and lack of sleep talking, but I have faith in my reasoning skills.
This also brings me back to my thoughts about the Kardashian family trying to take over the world. It’s going to happen, people, so get ready. They could even be the harbingers of the apocalypse for all I know. I’m just sayin’ maybe we should be watching our backs. Which are probably going to be covered in something they conjured up in their secret lab and sent to be made somewhere in China.
In fact, maybe we should be writing letters or making those internet petitions or something — you know, something along the lines of “STOP GIVING THEM SO MUCH DAMN ATTENTION WORLD”…or, yeah…that’s about all I’ve got right now.
If we all band together, quit watching the shows, buying the magazines, smelling the perfumes, wearing the makeup and clothes, and CARING, they might just go away.
WHO’S WITH ME?! Anyone? *taps mic* Is this thing on?
I’m totally alone in this, aren’t I? Damn. I hate it when this shit happens.
Heeeeeey, if I remind you that you can totally and completely ignore Kanye West forever and ever, would that sweeten the deal?
Because you can. Totally.