Swift also won everything she was nom'd for (shockingly) again sans a drunken Kanye. I love Swifty to bits, but the awarding her for EVERYthing now is getting old. Best booger picker! Swift: T!!! Best giggly cooze! Swift: T!!! Over it. Then we had Bea Arthur back from the dead doing the pee-pee dance and praisin' Jeezus with Bon Jovi (who eerily does NOT age). Dave Matthews and crew had some kind of musical tribute to epileptic dancing...
And Swift-T won again.
It was a hot tranny mess. (Actually, it was a tepid, unshaved, cross-dressing mess under the heat lamps at Wendy's - and that's being generous.)