Friday, October 04, 2002

I am watching a show on HGTV called “House Hunters”. Have you ever gone along with a friend who is house shopping, when they want your opinions on the houses they’re looking at? Do you recall how boring it was? Now imagine that, except that you don’t know the people that you’re with, and you don’t even get to comment. That is the experience of watching this show. I am watching two men, who have looked at three houses so far. Why am I watching this? WHY? After each house, Shopping guy says “Well, Chuck, I think it’s a really nice house.” And then he lists what he likes and doesn’t like. The thing that I don’t get is that Shopping Guy is at least in his late 50’s, and yet his mom will be living with him. He keeps saying things like “This house would be great for mom… this would be mom’s room”, etc. And now he just based his final decision on which house his mom would like. This is painful to watch.

They finally showed his mom. She is at least 800 years old, and has flaming red hair. I instantly like her a whole lot more than Shopping Guy.

I can’t believe the crap I’m watching tonight. I really, really need satellite back. When I had eight billion stations, I at least had the three that always had something good to watch on no matter what time it was: Travel Channel, Animal Planet, and TLC. If I could just get those three channels back (There is a new season of Trading Spaces, and new designers I haven’t gotten to see yet! Does someone want to tape it for me?), life would be so much better.

I am in love with, and am very sad that its next to impossible to get involved anymore. I am very tempted to go buy a blank journal and start sending it around to all my friends to contribute to. I think I’d need at least 50 people who would contribute to it to make it worth it. Anyone want to? People I don’t know would be particularly fun.

I love the new Geico commercial in ways words cant describe. Who knew a gecko could be so damn cute?

So, 5 episodes of Sex & the City (season 3, on dvd) later, here I am at 4:48am. Its nights like these when I really miss having a job where I am off for two months in the winter, and get to revert to my natural state of staying awake until dawn, and then sleeping until afternoon.

I have a lot more that I was going to write about, like how the 2-hour Dawson’s Creek season premiere led to some steamy Joshua Jackson dreams last night (the kind that stay on your mind the whole next day), and how I still haven’t gotten around to cleaning my fish tank (eww eww eww ewww…), and about the breakfast I want to go to next Friday morning that benefits breast cancer research and is called Boobapalooza (I’m totally in it to get a t-shirt with that name on it), and about how I’ve gained like ten pounds and am sitting here eating pizza anyway, and billions of other random things, but I just don’t have the energy. The fact that I need to be up in like 6 hours is finally catching up to me, and I don’t like it.

Oh, and my comments should be working again now, so send me some comment love.

And Bogart is back to being a healthy little fish again. Just in case you were on the edge of your seat with worry.

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