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I'm writing from my parents' living room. I left my home in the Midwest for a trip home to Queens to see family, friends, and eat noodles at Momofuku. Also, as long as I am here (and away from my DVR, which holds about 80% of the stuff I have yet to recap months after the fact), I might as well be productive.
9:30: It's 30 minutes in, two awards have been given out, and I'm still wondering: what the f**k was Britney thinking? Extensions looked cheap, she could barely remember the steps, and (I'm sorry to say this) but she looked fat. Out of it. Nervous. At least she managed to stay clothed, even though she could not walk in her (admittedly fabulous) boots.

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