I'm too tired to sleep, so let's talk about tonight's television viewing experience.
Tommy Lee is a douche and his going to college show is almost as pathetically staged as Blow Out. I'm sort of sick of the "look at me, I'm a celebrity" reality show. The Osbourne's created a fucking monster with this stuff.
So Kaysar got voted back into Big Brother, thanks in part to my 121 votes for him, and is already on his way out again since that cunt Jennifer back stabbed him. Big Brother is a show that I find fascinating for the simple fact that the people in the house refuse to be able to strategize correctly ever, but what should happen is so obvious to the viewers. I saw this whole thing playing out exactly as it did and was helpless to stop it and I feel cheated. I'm at the point where I basically wait for a person to contradict what they said the very week before and I get acid indigestion from it.
Sweet Sixteen is back and the first little pudge ball was very, very punchable. And isn't that really why you watch it?
I'm still sticking with Rockstar, curiousity has gotten the best of me on this one. I absolutely fast forward through the drivel that comes out of Navarro's cake hole, but I have this need to see if Marty, Mig or JD are going to make it to the end. And I really have a boner for Jessica Robinson even though I dislike her whole persona more and more each week. Sidenote: Brooke Burke is kind of hot. Never really was a fan of her, but some of her outfits make me feel funny.
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you've got to take some better pictures of me....maybe one day when i havent been in the rain all day and look like i've been on a crack benge or something like that. i miss you.
-the psyco punk rock chick. (thats sorta catchy ain't it? <--thats the southern in me)
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