Well, guys, it’s the season finale! And you know what? I’m kind of glad that it’s over. Between the ignorant antics and the over-the-top drama, I’m excited to get out of the house– especially after the crap that went down recently. How are two grown ass men gonna get into a physical altercation over who was more “about that life” than the other? Who gives a sh**?! And then to fight and not land any blows on each other, but hit everyone else in the vicinity? Talk about collateral damage! I got hit in the head. Kyle received a scratch above his eye, and, worse, Tiffany was hit in the face, which landed her in the hospital!

I’m not gonna lie, though. The argument with Kyle and Milan was funny as hell. I mean, I get where she’s coming from—she needed to use the phone to check up on her mother after a round of lipo, and Kyle was just having a casual conversation with one of his buddies. I think surgery is probably higher on the priority list than small talk. Still, Kyle’s antics this time around were pretty damn funny. Kay and I were cracking up in our room! And then when he still continued the conversation with himself after Milan hung up the phone—priceless! Kyle is definitely a top-notch a-hole, but he sure is funny!

Now, the final dinner was actually really amazing. The setup was gorgeous, the food was on point, and the service was impeccable. Chris joined us, and the house felt full again, instead of the awkward emptiness that permeated the place when he was evicted. I mean, as much as I complain about my roommates, they’re still my family. We’ve been through a lot of crap together. We’ve laughed a lot, argued a lot more, and we’ve formulated a bond over the time we’ve been together. The dinner allowed us to reflect on everything and I realized how close we were to the end. It made me kinda sad– the window was closing for this amazing opportunity and my regular life seemed so boring in comparison. Yeah, I’m happy to get away from the constant drama, but sad that I’m having to close this chapter in my life. Part of it was a helluva lot of fun and I’m really gonna miss everything.

-Allison

It has been a long season, and it seems like everyone in the house is at each other’s throats and fireworks are about to fly at any time… and it comes true as Milan and Kyle have it out over the phone. I guess Milan thinks that we should obey her, but why would we do that? I mean, we are PLASTIC! So don’t look for help from me, Tiffany, or Paul.

I’m at my end with Brandon; he has been trying to be something he is not the whole time living in this house and I can’t stand this dude at this point. I really don’t understand how I can warn you not to mess with me and you would still try your luck. I mean, haven’t I embarrassed you once on TV? Why put yourself in that situation twice? Makes no sense, but I guess I’ll have to give you some “act right”… lol. I guess with the cops showing up and Tiffany going to the ER, I may have pushed it to the limit and my time has run out because I get kicked out the house… I mean, it’s only a few days early so I’m not really trippin’, especially because I end up coming back for the final dinner.

What can I say; the house isn’t the same without me… But at the same time thank god this ish is ova before I killed someone… and now me and Tiffany will finally get some alone time…

- Chris

Yes, change has finally come! The first Black president of the United States of America has been elected and we got to witness this as a group. I can’t speak for everyone, but it was exciting for me. Besides all the good news, of course there had to be drama in the house. Milan and Kyle got into it because she really wanted to use the phone and felt as though Kyle was taking too long to get off and hung up on his phone call. Now, that argument was definitely a funny one, and by the way, I don’t think anyone should ever hang up on someone’s phone call. SMH.

The most drama of it all was the big fight between Chris and Brandon. It started over something dumb and on top of that, I got hit in the nose in the process! You know I was mad about that! On a better note, I think one of our better memories was definitely the final dinner. We really sat and talked about our experience and what we learned about ourselves and each other. And we did this with no arguments whatsoever.

This experience was one of the best in my life. I wouldn’t give it back for the world and if I could do it again I would. The people that I’ve met and the places that I’ve seen have been great and I’m so grateful for everything. Oh, but please believe if there is a reunion show, security may be needed! Lmao

~Tiffany

Seriously, the fighting is getting annoying at this point. I mean, if there were really acceptable reasons for arguing, I’d understand. But come on! How is Milan going to call us all plastic when she has fake hair, wears tons of makeup, etc? Granted, I like Milan; there are many good traits about her that I think are amazing. But to be upset at us for being annoyed that she was a no-show was just stupid. Were we not supposed to be bothered that she not only put herself before us AGAIN, but Faye and her two children?

Then, finding out Brandon was the one that snitched annoyed the hell out of me. He and Kyle talked the most crap out of anyone, and he has the nerve to throw us all under the bus to make himself look better. At this point, I don’t trust him at all.

AND THEN we had this really unnecessary fight between him and Kay. Why? And to push the girl? Listen, I understand that a woman should not use her sex as an advantage and get up in a man’s face as she did. But to violently shove a woman against the glass in retaliation is just wrong. Brandon is a buff dude– he’s much stronger than Kay. His behavior was, in a word, despicable.

Not that Kay is to be excused, either. Yes, Brandon was egging her on, calling her all kinds of names, and she had to do what she had to do, but she took the wrong action and started the physical altercation.

At this point, I’m so glad we’re almost done. We’ve been given so many great opportunities to grow and learn and become better people. But in the end, none of it was retained and integrated into our character. In many ways, we’re still just as childish, snobbish, self-centered and ignorant as we were when we first arrived on the yacht. It’s a damn shame.

-Allison

So I drop a few tears… yeah, and??? I mean, I’m not ashamed at all. It hurt my heart to see what I saw at Faye’s house. People often see me now and wonder why I walk with a chip on my shoulder, but it’s because I’ve lived through my version of Hell. I have been homeless before, and I also come from a broken home where my mother worked hours on end to provide for me and my brother. So for me, seeing Faye’s situation, a woman that was trying to do right, hit close to home. I just don’t think that anyone should have to live like that, especially not kids…

The best thing about this situation is the fact that my whole cast felt the same way. When we were given the choice between a cast trip or helping this woman and her kids, there wasn’t any discussion. It was a unanimous decision. WE ARE GOING TO HELP FAYE!!!

We bust our butts putting this house together, from bargaining for furniture, to shopping for groceries, to getting decorations for the house. The only thing was that when it came time to bring everything to the house and set it up… “Has anyone seen Milan???” Once again Milan has made a situation — that is supposed to be about helping others — into a diva moment. And it’s obvious that the house is getting tired of it…

-Chris

I was so glad to have a moment of peace in the house. Dr. Nixon’s visit helped a lot with our dynamics, and allowed us to slowly dissolve the boundaries of formed alliances. I became much more comfortable around my housemates, and my days became a lot less drama-filled and allowed me to focus on being me, rather than defending myself. This, of course, allowed me to explore my friendship with Kay.

Now, I can’t say I had strong feelings for her. Certainly not the same feelings I shared with Pioneer. However, who can blame me for not being interested? She’s sexy as hell, intelligent, and wacky– my kind of girl. She teased me constantly, whether purposefully or not, making my sexual desert I was thrust into even hotter. And then she admitted that she would sleep with me out of everyone else in the house, and that she’d previously had a lesbian relationship! Score! I knew it would make our nights have a bit more sexual tension, which is always fun.

Well, it would have, anyway, if Paul weren’t in the picture. I can’t really blame her for picking him over me. Granted, he snitched on her, but that’s beside the point. Paul ain’t my type, but I can understand the appeal. He’s a good looking dude! And I’m, well, yeah. You know. Awkward, strange, etc, etc.

Speaking of awkward, do you know how not cool it is to wake up in the middle of the night to the moans of a girl that you want, and you’re not the one making her do the moaning? (I woulda done a better job than Paul, but eh.) I didn’t know if I should just go back to sleep, if I should leave, or if I should jump in (kidding! … sort of). It sucked. I was a bit hurt, but she’d made her choice. What could I have done?

Though it’s not an experience I would wish on anyone, I can’t help but chuckle when I think about it. Anyway, that girl doesn’t know what she’s missing, because no man– no man– can please a woman quite like another woman. Hah!

–Allison

So we finally get some help! A family therapist, Dr. Nixon. Much needed. Huh? It was definately a relief to have her come in and make us talk out our issues like adults. Even though we all said we would try to work on our challenges (flaws) that were pointed out during the session, it didn’t happen.

The next day we had to do community service, and we had a pretty good start (disregarding Milan’s statement that women don’t dig), until it started raining. Milan didn’t want to get her hair wet, and the group didn’t really agree with that. I understand where Milan was coming from because I would have been upset had my hair been straight. But I guess everyone at that point in time expected her to put her “Diva” ways to the side and suck it up because of the talk we had the previous night. In the end, we got the job done and felt good about it.

Team Kyle and Team Allison came together and EVERYONE was accepted into the group! I’m wondering what’s goin’ to happen next with Kay and Paul, or should I say Kay and Allison. I’ll take either one LOL.

-Tiffany

It was amazing to see Pioneer again. Though I now have a friend in the house in Kay, it’s still great to see someone that I really love. Plus, it’s a nice change to have intellectual conversations again. I’m just saying.

On another note, I saw that rib fight coming before it happened. Those ribs better have been damn good to have caused so much drama! Seriously. I don’t see what the big deal is, anyway. Granted, I know Kyle spent a lot of time preparing them, seasoning and grilling them until they were just right, but Kay ate them around two in the morning, after Kyle had already gone to bed. Who would really eat food that was left out all night for 8+ hours? That’s a nasty risk for food poisoning, if you ask me! Kay really did Kyle a favor, and he should probably be thanking her instead of fighting with her. But that’s just my opinion.

I can’t say I didn’t know the fight was coming. As I watched Kay attack those ribs (they did look amazing, though, I’m not gonna lie), the weight of the consequences set in. I could actually feel the oncoming argument in the air, the same way one feels a storm coming. And I knew it was going to be a hurricane of a storm! Still, with the way Kyle had been bullying Kay from the beginning, and the fact that he never apologized, I couldn’t blame her for eating his food, nor did I want to stop her. He kind of deserved it.

What pissed me off the most, though, was Brandon’s backing out on the deal. He knows damn well he was supposed to take the fall! I mean, he shouldn’t have offered to do so if he wasn’t going to follow through. I hate when people say they’re going to do something and not do it. It shows how undependable you are.

-Allison

The slavery museum was very thought provoking. It’s crazy when you sit back and think about how far we as African Americans have come. I’ve studied a lot about slavery, growing up so close to Mount Vernon plantations, but seeing and hearing the things that we did put things in perspective. People lost their lives being brought to America. I was born here. What am I going to do with the opportunity?

Key West was cool, but I’m ready to get back home….. Well, at least I thought I was… This house is a mess and I’m tired of cleaning up after people. I’m the only one who cooks consistently in this house, yet they can at least do their own dishes. That is BS!!!!

Question, why the hell does king Brandon think he doesn’t have to clean? Beats the hell out of me? Next, where are you allowed to call another man a B*t*h and there are no repercussions? I have idea, but nobody does that where we grew up. Furthermore, after another man puts his hands on your face, who responds back, “you’re just jealous?” THAT’S WEAK! Lastly, what I look like being jealous of a dude who:

1) falls in love in one night the with weakest chick in the house

2) never has played college ball yet is going to the league, sidebar, did you every make varsity?

3) gets out drunk by a girl, and throws up all over himself, Allison sure did hold her own that night

4) is still in undergrad, usually that’s not a bad thing, except you’re 24…

-Chris

First off, let me say that fighting, arguing, and name-calling solve nothing. It normally takes a lot for me to get into an arguing match against someone, and even more rarely still that I’ll say something to bring a person to tears. But Kyle had it coming.

For a week, he had been starting crap with me, after asking me questions about my sex life, and then using the information he gathered as ammunition. And then when Kay came in, he started going in on her, as well. For what? What the hell did she do to you? I had to step in.

However, the fighting was getting to me. I’m not used to all the constant drama! Kyle, however, lives in that mess, and I knew he wouldn’t quit before I did. I had to stop him, to show him that I’m not always a nice girl, and that I can get nasty if need be. He’s lucky I didn’t do it before; Kyle has a crap ton of flaws that I could have easily called him out on…

This time he was going overboard, though. I knew if I didn’t find some way to stop him, he would only continue to bully Kay, Brandon and me. It’s not like anyone else was saying anything, and hell if I was gonna spend my stay at the house arguing with this annoying loud-mouthed as*hole!

Suddenly, a mean thought popped in my head. I knew I shouldn’t say it– I knew it was out of line– but I felt it uncontrollably rising to the surface. He only needed to say the wrong thing, and it would present itself.

And he did.

At my response, everyone jumped down my throat! Suddenly, I’m the bad guy? Kyle had been going off on me for days, with no one jumping in and defending me except for Brandon. Then he shoots shade at Kathryn just because she is new, and the others only sit back and laugh. But as soon as I pop off on Kyle, they finally have something to say? Suddenly I’m in the wrong? What the hell!

Funny thing, though, I’ve never brought a man to tears before. There was a certain satisfaction at seeing him crumble like he did. A part of me felt guilty– it isn’t right to talk about people’s families, and it was grossly out of character for me to do so– but mostly I felt happy. I’d gotten the upper hand, and I knew he couldn’t touch me.

Hopefully in the future he’ll figure out he can’t treat people that way.

-Allison