Reality TV is Sucking My Will to Live

Yeah, I admit that I enjoy a bit of the tabloids now and then.  It's a guilty pleasure.  Mostly because of the show TMZ.  I know it started as a website, but I did not really read it.  Once I caught the show, I was hooked.  I love seeing the people who work there interact.  It's funny and usually way more entertaining than the actual celebrity gossip.  Check your local listings.

That said,  I get it that I hear about reality tv "stars" or "opportunists" or "annoying fuckers famous for nothing".  You're gonna get some of that in the crossfire.

But why the hell do I need to hear about the Kardashians or the Jersey Shore nimrods on the news or in any polite society for that matter.

One episode of TMZ featured a camera man following Kim from behind to the gym.  She stops, turns around and tells the man that he is disrespectful.

Let's not forget that the Kardashians became famous because of a sex tape...that Kim's mother "leaked".  One that feature her ass apparently, as do most pictures of her.

What a trifling gold digging beast of a mother.  Granted, they've made a crapload of money.  Maybe it was worth it...to them.  I do not need to see their smug faces everywhere though.

And why or why or why does Snooki need to be in the Three Stooges Movie.  What is a Snooki?  Why do I know what she looks like?  I mean, Abercrombie paid the Shore people not to wear their clothes.  That's how disgusting these people are.

Why am I so jealous that they are famous for nothing?

Because I know several talented people who have amazing gifts.  People that should be on screen, that should have records, that should be making a living off of their ART.  Instead, we have to watch a bunch of fucking clowns make millions for being like idiots.

Why I got myself in a tizzy this late, I do not know.  I need some chamomile or some shit.

By the way here's a way to lend support, if you so choose, to voice on the ridiculousness of some of these folks on Facebook. Boycott the K

Speaking of, feel free to friend me on Facebook.  I do not have any friends yet, it's a new page.

Does This Bed Come Equipt With Earplugs?

I do not know what my deal is with not writing.  I think it's because I feel like I do not have enough exciting things going on.  Except I did not write much about that anyway.  I've had a bunch of running thoughts and didn't get around to writing them.  I have to do it in the moment or I just kinds lose the hutzpah, you know. Also, I tend to just write about what's annoying me at the moment.

And at the moment it's my honey's snoring.  Lord.  Have.  Mercy.

Now, I have been known to snore a bit.  Mostly because the boobs smash my wind pipe.  Sorry, but it's true.  Regardless, I know I snore sometimes.

Why is it that the person that snores like a beastmaster falls asleep the minute their head hits the pillow?  Seriously.  It's a pattern.

Growing up, I found my dad's snoring comforting.  He worked rotating shifts and he worked hard, bless him.  Hearing him snore meant he was home.   And as he grew older, hearing him snore also meant I knew he was still alive.  Though I once almost gave him a heart attack sneaking up on him one drunken late night.

What?  I crawled in during the wee hours and he was lying on the floor (which he does often doze off in front of the telly) but was not snoring.  So my drunk ass goes downstairs and gets in his face to hear if he's breathing. Of course he wakes up in horror to find his big curly haired, goth makeup wearing, inebriated daughter inches from his mug.

I'm surprised he didn't take a swing at me.  I probably would have.

p.s. I was of age.  I did live with the parents for a year or so after college.  Good folks.

That snoring went on in another room though.  As a girl, I found comfort in it.  Hell, even now I do when I visit them.  But right now, oooo lawd.

Actually he's (my man) not all that bad. I've been finding myself not getting to sleep until like 4am or something and then sleeping in a bit when he goes to work.  I am considering getting a graveyard shift job, though that would be we wouldn't be able to go to bed together and I don't even mean that in a pervy way.  It's just nice to actually sleep together.  I know he feels bad about it, poor lamb.  It's not all his fault anyway.

I have trouble falling asleep as it is.  I always have.  I am a nocturnal person.  I kick into gear in the evening.  I have always been this way, even as a child.  My parents were constantly yelling at me to go to sleep.  I'd be all up in my room reading, watching TV (on this precious 12 inch black & white), or listening to music - which always gave me away because I'd sing.  One of them would come in and be like "SLEEP!"  I just simply could not.

Sometimes I get up and do stuff  - like tonight.  Other times I just try to relax in bed and I play games on my iPhone, which my sweetheart of a man got me.  I should try to make better use of my time.  I will hopefully be going back to school soon and will not have the luxury of late night shenanigans.

And really, if snoring is the biggest conflict to deal with, I don't have too much to complain about.

Happy Holidays!

Check this guy out.  Come on...just come on.  And the poor cat.  Look at those poor, soulless eyes that say "I cannot tolerate another minute of this guy's weird."

I wonder if he snores.  Though I kinda doubt it would keep anyone else up.

It's Official

I full on stood at the meat counter with a calculator trying to figure out which was the better deal for ground turkey.  Two different sized packages and I had coupons.

I have become a soccer mom.  A childless, soccerless soccer mom.

Lord have mercy.  I am fucking boring as shit.

Though I am content here, I mean - it's not a horrible life - I have a lovely man that adores me and I also love to pieces.  At the end of the day, that is really all that matters.

But this city lacks hutzpah, you know?  There's just nothing special.  It's rather dull actually. No culture.  And it's not just me that says so.  My best friend ran into a girlfriend who's best friend also moved out here last year.

Did you follow that?  Anyway, the couple that moved here is having issues finding friends and culture and generally something not suburban to do.  My bestie is going to get me their info.  I need some flipping cool people to hang out with.

I am a bona fide city girl.  That's just the way it is.  And why is the spellcheck for "bona fide" "debonaire"?  Though I'd like to think of myself as such as well. So humble.

Having a car has helped, though driving here is koo-koo.  People are nuts!  everyone drives as though they are entitled.  As in "I am entitled not to be aware that anyone else exists".  Seriously, people do not even look!  They drive through red lights!  I do not mean going through a yellow.  I mean full on standing red light.  Just because they feel like it.  And they just randomly pull out of parking spaces.  No one looks at anything.  They just go.

I'm gonna have to lay down the law, I guess.  Because my crazy ass will yell at someone.

I think I get it now why housewives in the 50's freaked out and drank.  I am ready for a cocktail myself.

The car is fabulous by the way.  We got a Honda CRV in this Urban (ha ha) Titanium color.  Of course I woke up the next day, looked at it and cried for two hours that it looked like a mini van and was brown.  I was all "How did I get here?  there is nothing cool about that car?  When did I become a yuppy?!  Why did you let me get that one?  I should have waited for the black one."

I was hysterical.  It was ridiculous.  I blame a raging case of PMS and Mercury being in retrograde.  Fucking Mercury.

I love it now though.  It's actually super pretty.