Sometimes I Hold My Breath For No Reason

Tonight was the X Factor semi-final. It was really, really...good. Everyone in the room, including me, is utterly in love with criminally young Ray, who croons Sinatra without the martinis and cigarettes and is generally the cutest boy in the whole world. He was up against Leona, who is going to win and deserves to win. She's gorgeous, she sings like a less diseased version of Mariah Carey but without all the showboating, and she outdistances the competition by a mile. Also Ben, a skinny guy who sings like Meat Loaf and should rethink his long hair. All of them all right, for different reasons, but obviously we were rooting against Ben. When the results show came on, they announced Leona would go through to the final, leaving just Ben and Ray. There was some tension in the air as X Factor dragged it out for as long as humanly possible...and then announced that Ray would be in the final. We all screamed out loud and Chris, who was sitting on Tory's bed, jumped for joy and his ass promptly broke through the slats supporting her mattress. She pulled him out of the hole and we took the mattress off, revealing that three of the crappy cheap wooden boards that were supporting her mattress had snapped clean in half. After some clean-up (Chris pulled the remains of the boards off the frame) we put the mattress back up, but I'll laugh pretty hard if it falls through onto Brittany's bed during the night.

And for your edification, below is a clip of X Factor featuring Ray singing My Way. He is the cutest thing in the world. And if you're Marie and you're reading this, fuck you. I love Ray.