more from gawking at the crap tv
Jul. 15th, 2007 10:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Oh my gosh, this "Scott Baio Is 45 and Single" show actually... doesn't suck. I don't know if it's extra-scripted or what, but it's actually making me like Scott Baio. Even though I think it's kinda unfair to show up at your's exes' place and ask them to be on your tv show. That just seems... rude. I mean, if the vast majority of my exes wanted to talk to me about what went wrong, I'd go along with it, most of them are okay guys, I think there are only two I would flat refuse to talk to, and I'm tempted to put their names here so they'd know if they ever saw this not to bother trying to talk to me, it's not happening, but then they would probably google themselves at some point and then they'd find this and then I might have stalking problems.
No, I take it back. Three. The Republican who dumped me for being immoral in college because I invited him to the McGill Cross-Dress Fest, and then immediately started dating my so-called best friend, yeah, I just don't think I could stand to have a conversation with him. It's not that I think it would traumatize me, but it would make me so mad that I just don't think I'd want to put up with the ensuing rise in blood pressure just for his satisfaction. Though if I could make him look stupid on tv, that would be fun.
Oh my gosh, A&E is doing a reality show in which Corey Feldman and Corey Haim hang out. Remember when A&E used to stand for Arts & Entertainment, not Crap & Trainwreck? And that's just how bad it is -- those words don't even start with a and e. Man, they were screwed when they lost Law and Order.
But this is weird and I'm finding it oddly compelling and wondering what the hell is wrong with me that I'm finding this oddly compelling.
...You know, I'm not sure why it is that these days I only post about silly stuff. I do have hopes and plans and goals and stuff, and I know I need to sit down and work on them. Maybe posting about them would help. But somehow, these days that stuff seems to mostly happen in my head, and conversation with James and a few close friends, and I know I need to get to work on it, but the urgency comes and goes, and it's almost like I have some block that I just haven't pushed myself to get over, and... shallow is comfortable. Shallow is safe. I don't know what I'm scared of, or if I'm just that lazy, but I have been thinking about it. It's just that when I try to explain it, I... can't. I don't know. Maybe I just don't want to share it, and that's okay. But it's different than how it used to be for me. And now it's really different, because James is home so goodbye livejournal.
No, I take it back. Three. The Republican who dumped me for being immoral in college because I invited him to the McGill Cross-Dress Fest, and then immediately started dating my so-called best friend, yeah, I just don't think I could stand to have a conversation with him. It's not that I think it would traumatize me, but it would make me so mad that I just don't think I'd want to put up with the ensuing rise in blood pressure just for his satisfaction. Though if I could make him look stupid on tv, that would be fun.
Oh my gosh, A&E is doing a reality show in which Corey Feldman and Corey Haim hang out. Remember when A&E used to stand for Arts & Entertainment, not Crap & Trainwreck? And that's just how bad it is -- those words don't even start with a and e. Man, they were screwed when they lost Law and Order.
But this is weird and I'm finding it oddly compelling and wondering what the hell is wrong with me that I'm finding this oddly compelling.
...You know, I'm not sure why it is that these days I only post about silly stuff. I do have hopes and plans and goals and stuff, and I know I need to sit down and work on them. Maybe posting about them would help. But somehow, these days that stuff seems to mostly happen in my head, and conversation with James and a few close friends, and I know I need to get to work on it, but the urgency comes and goes, and it's almost like I have some block that I just haven't pushed myself to get over, and... shallow is comfortable. Shallow is safe. I don't know what I'm scared of, or if I'm just that lazy, but I have been thinking about it. It's just that when I try to explain it, I... can't. I don't know. Maybe I just don't want to share it, and that's okay. But it's different than how it used to be for me. And now it's really different, because James is home so goodbye livejournal.