First of all, I know I haven't posted a confessional in a while. I was in Arizona and was busy turning 22!
(That's from the 22 video by Taylor Swift. So it's relevant.)
But anyways, RJ going home was tough. I got close to him, and I hope he's annoying the shit out of everyone over at Wonkarosa like he totally should be.
The next challenge was really cool! I had never done anything like it. Placing numbers, guessing, betting- it was all luck, and hey, third place ain't bad. It's not immunity, but I'm proud of JMoney- he deserved a win.
That vote though. Ugh. That was rough. Things WOULD HAVE BEEN SO EASY if Mike hadn't started panicking. RJ going home was an attempt to save Mike that (somehow) worked. But Mike started talking about how there was some plan to eliminate me, so he tried to save me, and that Kate and Jacob need to go because he can't trust me not to flip? I don't even know. If I hadn't already voted for Stacey, I told JMoney and Kate I would have flipped and gotten rid of Mike. He was too much of a loose cannon, and I couldn't see him going to a final 7, let alone a potential final 4.
So Mike's out. This vote, JMoney and Kate promise to flip back, and we'll vote out Stacey. Spencer wins immunity, so we HAVE to vote for Stacey. Super easy. We have majority. Stacey's going home.
I've been on a plane all day, mind you. I just got home to the CRAZIEST meltdown I've ever seen in a Survivor chatroom. Ever. Period. And it's Stacey, claiming that these "wusses" are all playing my game and that none of them should win, and everyone's just doing whatever I want and sucking my dick.
(She's right. But I'll never admit to that. I'm letting other people think they're the ones making the moves, but it's mostly me... If someone wants to do something else, I convince them that they should decide otherwise. That way, I'm never the one who "originated" the idea. Except, yanno, I am.)
I can't stop rereading it and laughing. It's so freaking funny. Anthony trolling her was even better. And her tribal answers? Pure gold. (Though if you're going to call me out at tribal, spell my name right, mmkay?)
Stacey, I'm sorry, but you're going home tonight. Well, actually, I'm not sorry. Enjoy the cat I drew on my parchment on the way out.
XO, LB
