I love you. I really, really do. I think you're hilarious, and adorable, and just screwed up enough that maybe I could fix you and then we could have adorable accented babies.
So obviously, when I discovered you were hosting the VMAs, I decided to watch even though even I am not sad enough to actually want to watch the VMAs .
But you were a total douche. Really gross. Rude, kind of disgusting, and there is no excuse for brining up Bristol Palin. Poor form.
I mean, damn, when you have to apologize mid-show to the Jonas Brothers? Not. Going. Well.
I still love you. Kind of. Which may say more about me than about you.