I've always liked this little show, but for realz, it's starting to irk me that every week someone cooler wins the job/man/story or whatever of Betty's dreams because she's so boring/lame/honest/mismatched. START SHANKIN' MOFOS UP IN THERE, DAMN! I would be running Mode magazine by now if I were her, not doing coffee runs. And put some damn clothes on and quit wearing kitchen curtains from 1962.
She irks me man. She irks me.