Mister and I watched American Idol last night. I don’t like American Idol. It’s boring. I know a lot of you guys are all about it, and I’m sorry but I just don’t care. I only like it when they’re doing the auditions because it’s just like freaks on parade and it makes me feel superior.
Victoria Beckham looks like a bobble head, yes? And I loved how she was trying really, really hard to be nice. That was cute.
Generally, I don’t like what’s on TV. Most of it’s total shit and I can’t even get into it. I do, however, enjoy what’s on tonight. I like that show about that family with the the gay guys and the hot Latina woman married to Al Bundy. What’s it called? I have no idea. Something Family…? And then there’s that other one with Patricia Heaton. I don’t know what that one’s called either. And then the one about the Cougar with Courtney Cox. She’s perfect for that show.
But I don’t even know what channel those shows are on or even if it’s really tonight or tomorrow. Do they still make Ugly Betty? Because I like her. When’s that on?
That’s how far I have my head up my ass.
I know, I know.
I need to take my television viewing more seriously. I need to take a lot of things more seriously. Oh, and I like Ghost Whisperer, too. That’s a good show. I love how when she’s translating what the dead people are saying to the living, she totally makes up her own shit. Why don’t the dead people ever get frustrated with her and go all “bitch, that’s not what I said at all!”
This post is making me go night-nights too, I think.
Sorry. Homeslice decided to be A Baby Who is AWAKE ALL NIGHT last night. And right now she’s being A Baby Who is Trying to Eat My Arm.
Lucky for you, it’s a Toy With Me day today and you don’t have to stay here and watch me drool on myself anymore because I Have Invented the World’s Best Sex Toy.
PS: Speaking of Lucky and drool, I want this purse so bad it makes me hurt inside that we have to buy a new downstairs toilet instead.
The purse is prettier. I’m considering trying to trick the people at Lucky Brand Jeans into giving me one. Any ideas for a plan on how I can do that are welcome below. My current plan to email them and be all “Hey! look over THERE!” and then somehow hack into the website and steal the purse probably won’t work. I’m not that great with the computer. Email still mystifies me sometimes.