Sometimes you just have to trust that you like what you like for a reason. There's always a reason. Seriously. It's a fact.

I have talked about my love for all think pork. Wanna get on my good side? Find me a great pork dish. Friends for life. So, I wonder why, the other day, I decided to buy beef bacon. I mean seriously: beef bacon. Talk about blasphemy. I cooked it today. Should I even tell you that it wasn't that good. Well, now I can say I tried it. I honestly have to say that turkey bacon is far superior. That is, if you happened to not have pork bacon.

I also decided to get some wine on my way home. I wanted to try something new. So, what did I do? I bought some pinot noir from Brazil. I know. You're thinking, Brazil does pinot? Who knew. Well, I am here to tell you that Brazil grows pinot noir grapes that they make into wine. To say that they do pinot would be giving them way too much credit. I'll still drink it. But it is just bland. I've seen more excitement from a bottle of mead. I also bought a pinot noir from Argentina. I hope it's better.

As I type this post, I am listening to Duran Duran's Decade; a compilation of some of their greatest hits. I am supposed to burn a copy for a coworker. I think I will add it to my iPod as well. Seriously, "Girls on Film" is one of the best pop songs ever. Seriously. I always seem to strike poses as it plays. Not that it takes much for me to do so.

And striking poses should be something natural for models. But apparently not for the idiots on this season's cycle of ANTM. Seriously, does Tyra try to find the most talent-free girls? She has some issues about saving people because obviously she is trying to make a silk purse out of a sow's ear. Issues. And about the girls, first they are just too old. Second, they are just too fat. And, for goodness sake, a girl bigger than a size 2 can never be a top model; so stop putting a plus-sized girl in the mix. It's a fucked up fact but it's still a fact.

Seriously. Fact. Later.  ¶ 9:31 PM