Thursday, June 18, 2009
At the gym, I watch a lot of television. I hate nature and even if I didn't, I refuse to run outside, enduring the hooting and hollering of people who have nothing better to do than yell, Hey baby, wanna go out? Or in worse cases, darker things are suggested. Does this approach ever work? At any rate, I don't want to further ruin my skin which has already been slathered with Crisco as a girl trying to get the perfect tan. I could care less about a tan now, embracing my inner goth girl to the max even before I knew the term.
This leaves a lot of garbage in my mind -- will John and Kate divorce? God let's hope so, given that she's a screaming harridan and he's a doormat. Or so the editing would give us to believe. Who in the hell would think it was a good idea to have eight kids? Why in the hell do millionaires need to go to Patti Stanger, the millionaire matchmaker, to get a date? If you have a million dollars, can't you pay for a date? I suppose that's what you're doing, but you don't want to look like it. Will the New Jersey Housewives ever have enough marble in their houses? Okay, maybe I'm going to have to start loving nature. We watch these larger than life "realities" to comfort ourselves. Our fights are usually not as dramatic, our problems not as dire, our resources nowhere as unlimited. Excess and crash and burn. It's a good thing I can't run for very long even inside.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"If you're not doing what you love, you're wasting your time." Billy Joel
Drinking movie suggestion: Whatever Works
Benedictions and Maledictions