Post by James Rhine on Sept 26, 2013 18:54:10 GMT -6
After being on my lovely tropical island since WALKING from the game, Julie's been blowing up my phone saying my absence led to a significant drop in the ratings. The fate of recycled was in my hands, so I said, "HELL NO. I'M NOT COMING BACK."
But low and behold, my contract stipulated a contingency clause, stating if the ratings dropped to an insignificant 1 viewer (Thanks Brian), that I am contractually obligated to return to the show, and thus improving the star quality and class of this cast.
I'm back bitches.
I entered the big brother recycled house, and it feels like an outer-body experience. I don't think I can describe what it feels like entering those doors for now a 6th and final time. This is legitimately the last opportunity I have in this series. And I'd be a fool not take complete advantage of it.
My first objective was to make up with Porsche, which was easy because she tells you what she thinks you want to hear. Elissa and I tried to restore our bridges, and had more a of a real conversation as far as addressing legitimate issues and calling each other out on suspect moves. I really liked that conversation, but I could see her still talking shit about me in her dr. And good for her, because I would still go after her and Porsche when the opportunity presents itself.
A thought of this week is to nominate two people as pawns, with hopes that Ian doesnt get picked, veto one of the noms, and boom Ian leaves. I'm all for that as long as I'm not the one who gets nominated. I'll act like I'm ok, but bitch you struck first. Sorry I'm not sorry for going after you immediately.
But that's just a hypothetical situation. I'll stay classy regardless.