Boy, do I have some Tales to Tell...
I hate tradition. I really do. I don't get it. Why do you bother doing something just because a date dictates so? Sounds very "confining".
For example, Thanksgiving. Why do people go home since, for the most part, people find their families not the best to hang around during these times. We had 3 people over for dinner. We kept laughing the entire time. I had a wonderful night.
I didn't even feel cheated that I worked a full day the next day.
So, why bother? Why bother with the insanity of the holidays? Why bother staying with a bunch of people an entire weekend, when you can barely stand an entire day with them? Later.
I have a guilty pleasure. I really would not call it a pleasure because there are times when I can't get through one session of it. Actually, I should say, one episode of it. It is the A-List: New York
I'm not embarrassed to say that I watch it. I am a bit embarrassed that I can't really get through it. That I have to watch reruns to complete an episode. But hey, things could be worse. I could actually find it interesting. But I don't. And I still watch. And read the blog updates.
These are such vapid gays. But I guess they represent me as much as the Housewives of anywhere represent anywhere. So I really should not be surprised at the wretchedness of the show. And I am not.
But there is one thing I am slightly aware that I am about the show. I am totally Team Austin. Whoa. I just admitted it. Later.
I'm just writing down some of the things that run through my head.