Much like Nielson, if you were spending time wondering who on earth is watching that craaaaazy show, �Who Wants to Marry My Dad� the answer is: Mary.
My neighbor down the hall.
Mary and I are not particularly close but she is moving soon and I am thinking of occupying her spacious one bedroom apartment (no more bed in the living room! Hurrah!) once she is gone. I am supposed to take a closer look this evening and she knocked on my door earlier to see if it was okay to stop by after Who Wants to Mary My Dad was over because it is the finale tonight and she didn�t want to miss it. And you know, normally I�d snicker about that because wow! What a lame show! Hahaha! I cannot believe someone watches that crap!
But I was totally watching Paradise Hotel when she swung by, so there you go.
God. I know.
It�s like I�ve been hypnotized by all of the excessive lip-gloss.
I swear, it�s like some of those girls ate a whole damn porkchop without using their hands.
At any rate, I am not proud. And I still don�t know what the point is. Which I think is the point.
At any rate, other than the horrible teevee, I have been thinking about moving into this apartment. After living in a studio apartment for two years the thought of like, a real grown-up place to put my bed is just � just � too much!
Oh and for some reason someone left a 9 volt battery on my desk today at work (transistor radio? Smoke detector? Cordless lectric stapler? ) and it took all my strength and sheer will not to put it on my tongue.
Have you ever tried it?
Don�t. I think this is the reason why a lot of the new fangled electric toys require double AA�s or less. The 9 volt, it is just so tempting. I dare you to be in the room with one without even thinking about trying it!
Seriously. What is wrong with me?
Okay, the Dad Show is over! Gotta run!
Real live adult living calls!