It wasn't me
I have to admit that I was waaay far off with my prediction on who would win Daisy of Love. I thought I knew what she’d do based on the 6 weeks or so of watching her make interesting decisions, but it just goes to show that even I’m succeptible to making bad guesses!
I did take the time to watch tidbits from the clip show, and it sure didn’t make me feel any better about myself that I’ve seen a whole season’s worth of the silliness. There was a great debate going on at my office last week about Daisy of Love vs. Rock of Love and some of the girls felt that Daisy of Love may very well be the trashiest television show in this horrific series of spinoffs. I think the women on Rock of Love are far worse, however. Especially this last season, Rock of Love Bus.
In case you didn’t know, it actually began with Flavor of Love, which turned into I Love New York and then Real Chance of Love. Simultaneously, Rock of Love sprung up, going strong with 3 seasons under its belt and that funneled into Daisy of Love. All these shows hybrid into I Love Money, Charm School, and now Megan Wants a Millionaire. In being completely honest with you, I can say I’ve watched most of these programs. I really do find them to be wildly entertaining. I know they are insanely trashy — that’s what makes them fun. When that woman shit on the floor on Flavor of Love, I nearly died. It was one of the most hilarious moments I’ve ever witnessed on tv. And I was at home, ogling my screen as history was made…reality history at least.
As evidenced in the title, the four guys who remain — Sinister, Flex, London, and 12 Pack/Dave — had the pleasure of the company of their respective ex-girlfriends. Except the girls who showed up for both 12 Pack and London seemed more like friends than exes. London has shitty taste in friends, though, because she immediately tells Daisy that he is addicted to sex and has been dating a girl at home (both before he came on the show and in the interim period that he was at home). Basically what ensued was a whole buncha nonsense, just like most stuff has been on this show.
I’ve been reading reports that over the past few weeks, Daisy de la Hoya of VH1′s Daisy of Love, the posts which have repeatedly gotten the most hits on my blog, has been up to no good. She was admitted to the hospital for a possible overdose after exhibiting exorcism-type behaviors (yep, it’s true, there’s a 911 call and everything saying so!) and has been hosting many lame parties around L.A.
So the question is, did she find love? Is this how a woman “in love” behaves? Maybe. She did date Dave Navarro after his split with Carmen Electra, so she clearly leads a veeery wild lifestyle. And she was a Poison groupie once upon a time, even before Rock of Love.
In the latest couple of shows, a lot happened, but not that much worth mentioning. It boils down to this: her and 12 Pack/Dave had sex, Big Rig went home, London came back and she let him stay, and she sent Chi Chi home in his place. Meaning she’s left with 4 suitors (12 Pack, Flex, Sinister, and London) yet again and next week she looks into their history with ex girlfriends and the like. I suspect it will be drama-free. Not. It should have about as much excitement as a Saturday night does for Daisy pre-ambulance and Linda Blair moves.
Hey you VH1-loving a-holes. Daisy of Love always gives me something to blog about and of course yesterday was no exception. I’m catching up right now and I’m knee-deep in the plot to get Fox eliminated. He looks like the weasel version of Ricky Martin and I’m just not into pretty dudes who wear more makeup and have better hair than me. That’s simply unacceptable, so I’m all for him getting tossed out on his skinny ass.
12-Pack is now named Dave-Formerly-Known-as-12 Pack. He got to go on a date with Daisy to get dressed up (or should I say dressed down?) in sexy lingerie. That would mean for both of them, because Dave returned to the house wearing leopard print girl shorts. Sinister wrote Daisy a song that might have been good if he didn’t freak his shit when he forgot the words and started from the beginning.
Catching up on the newest episode of Daisy of Love, I was frightened for some lives. You’ve seen it. The scene where 6 Gauge and Cage get into it, after Cage burns Flex’s hand with a laurel from Fox’s odd Greek makeout sesh with Daisy, and after waaaaay too many drinks on Cage’s behalf and even some public urination. Directly before Elim Cer (I’m abbreviating, bitches), Cage decides to kill Flex and I think he means it. They both want to whollop one another and that’s all good, but how about you NOT come all the way to romance Daisy in the Faux Fur and Animal Print Mansion to do it? I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s back up.
UPDATE: CHUCK RENEWED FOR 13 EPISODES (AT MINIMUM) IN 3RD SEASON!
I wish I could say that Dane and I had a late-night rendezvous, causing me to miss many pertinent television programs. And that’s kind of what happened, but not quite. I saw Dane live last night and was too tired to watch the Desperate Housewives finale! I’m trying to avoid the tv blogs today so I don’t accidentally find out what happened.
So on top of DH, my DVR has on the roster: Dancing with the Stars finale, Bachelorette premiere, Gossip Girl finale, and a new Hills episode. Just looked at poll on US Magazine’s website and based on the votes, Gilles and Shawn are the favorites to win DWTS; Melissa had a mere 15% of the total. Gossip Girl is my #1 priority, and Jillian will kick off the Bachelorette with 30 guys to choose from rather than the standard 25. Basically, I have hours upon hours of tv to watch tonight, a husband to feed, and laundry to do. How will I make it all work?! May have to save Bachelorette for another night this week. And tomorrow my soon-to-be favorite cast of Real Housewives (Joisey) will give me something to be thankful for — that I’m not related to Dina and Caroline by blood or marriage. Bravorific: saw a promo for Top Chef Masters, beginning June 17! Read on for Daisy of Love recap.
This epy was chock full of trashy excitement, and I can’t help but tell all of you about it. We saw Week 2 on Daisy of Love, and although I wasn’t a fan of hers when she was on Rock of Love 2, she’s pretty freaking funny, if not 96% ditzy. Her show is like the Clueless of horrible VH1 television. Here are the highlights:
She hosts a show and tell, and most of the dudes bomb. I do not mean they are “the bomb”, I mean they sucked. She chose 3 winners and 3 losers. The 3 winners go on a surfing date with her. The 3 losers give lap dances to some old ladies. (Think Golden Girls’ Sophia, then add some lbs). As one of the losers, London really shimmies his nuts off and she picks him as an honorary 4th winner. He now gets to surf as well. On the beach, the title gives it away that these guys were awful at surfing. Although they probably were distracted by the fact that Daisy barely restrained her life preserver breasts behind a leopard-print, hot pink-trimmed string bikini.
The men that compile the contestants on Daisy of Love are some serious degenerates, but since Daisy herself was on Rock of Love 2, they seem to be on par with one another. Daisy looks like a Muppet. And couldn’t they have picked a better name for the show?! The opening credits show lots of drinking, fighting, and general male debauchery. Daisy de la Hoya is the cousin of Oscar de la Hoya, and she is a pocket-sized bundle of big lips and an even bigger surgery bill. Host Riki Rachtman immediately identifies 12 Pack from both “I Love New York” and “I Love Money”. Is it my imagination, or did Daisy’s breasts get even bigger? The pint-sized douche magnet needs to knock off the bad plastic surgery that is now covering each pillowcase within the house. The heavy drinking begins immediately, and I am extremely creeped out by the Swedish triplets that all really look like chicks. I thought one was Daisy! That is, until two of the scrawny thing began dipping hot dogs in salsa and then I knew it had to have a dick because no self-respecting female would eat that shit.
