Tuesday, June 03, 2003
First, I would like to introduce a blog that I found earlier today. Please welcome Not So Simple. I noticed that she had me linked to her site and I went over and visited her this morning. I was stuck on her site for quite a while. The girl has some serious talent when it comes to writing. I began with one of her past posts called “Her Body is a Map of Scars…” It was excellent. So honest and bold. I enjoyed it immensely and because of that, I had to give her a little plug in here. She is good. Please check her out.
Last night, as Paul and I were wiping the cum off our bodies, we flipped over to the Style network. (yes, you got that right…Paul and I hooked last night! Fucking finally) -(More about that in a minute) The Style network was promoting this new reality show in which they take homeless people off the street, give them makeovers and new jobs, and help them fix their life. While watching this minute long preview, I immediately got choked up. What a wonderful concept! After I regained my composure and slapped myself in the nuts for being such a crybaby over stupid reality TV, I got immediately angry at our society. Why is it that we broadcast dozens of reality shows about people trying to marry fake millionaires or people trying to marry guys with ugly masks on or people trying to compete for their dead grandfather’s will? And WHY do we reward these people with a million bucks? For the love of the Lord.
Seeing the preview for this “Homeless Life Make-Over” show made me see how wrong we all are in supporting these other cheesy and useless shows. If we are going to sit around and watch reality television every night, why don’t we want to watch shows where people with AIDS finally get the treatment they need? Or a show about foster kids finally finding a family that will love them? Why the FUCK are we sitting around watching Joe Millionaire FuckFace lie and slander women in order to win himself some cheap fame and cash? I just don’t get it. And as of right now, I don’t support it.
I mean, sure. I will still watch MTV’s reality programming cuz I have said in this journal time and time again that they are the first and the best. And no one’s getting a lame ass reward out of the deal. But as far as watching “The Bachelor” or “For Love or Money” or “Insert the unclever name of an unclever show here”, I’m done. You can take my nonexistent Nielsen rating and shove it up your ass, corporate conglomerates. You don’t have my support any longer. I originally thought it was bad enough that people preferred “reality” TV to scripted sitcoms based on the fact that so many actors are going out of work. Now I just think it’s sad that as a society we prefer watching people suffer more than we prefer watching people get the help that they need. And that we financially support these boners.
I’m done.
So yes…Paul and I DID hook up last night. I had to play with his limp penis for 20 minutes before I could get him in the mood. Then he wouldn’t even kiss me until I had him lubed up and ready to go. I was happy that we shared this time together, but of course irritated as fuck that it took so much effort on my part to make it happen. One of these days I am going to go down on him and bite that lazy dick of his right off. OR…one of these days, I will find someone who actually gives a shit about sex. And about me. SNORE A LICIOUS.
Tonight, Ahmad is taking me out to dinner. I think we are going to the the SoHo Grand. He told me to dress up really nicely and to be ready for a good time. I checked out the “Grand” online and to be honest, it seems a bit out of my league. Ok, a bit? It is HELLA out of my league. I don’t think I have any clothes nice enough to wear. I am calling him a little bit later and I am going to do my best to change his mind about our dinner destination. I am a diner type of kid; not a glamorous restaurant type of kid. Money means nothing to me and the possession of it means even less.
Kelly would kill me if she knew that I was giving up the chance at going out to dinner at a place like “The Grand”. She has been dying to find someone to take her out to dinner. I understand how she feels, as I have been there before. But she wants to go out classy and expensive and I just don’t care at all about classy or expensive. We have completely different tastes when it comes to dining out. She is rather elegant and I am rather down to earth. But if someone doesn’t take this girl out soon, I might have to mortgage my entire life and do it myself. It’s getting to that point. Too bad Ahmad doesn’t like pretty blue eyed ladies. He could take HER to the SOHO Grand. But then I’d have to cut his dick off for leading me on. Ok…what is WITH me and the mangling of dicks today?
I need to get fucked. That’s probably it.
Off to take a nap for lunch. Cuz when you make $30,000 a year at a shit hole…you get to take naps during your lunch break. And this bitch is ready for his!
Latas lovahs.
Last night, as Paul and I were wiping the cum off our bodies, we flipped over to the Style network. (yes, you got that right…Paul and I hooked last night! Fucking finally) -(More about that in a minute) The Style network was promoting this new reality show in which they take homeless people off the street, give them makeovers and new jobs, and help them fix their life. While watching this minute long preview, I immediately got choked up. What a wonderful concept! After I regained my composure and slapped myself in the nuts for being such a crybaby over stupid reality TV, I got immediately angry at our society. Why is it that we broadcast dozens of reality shows about people trying to marry fake millionaires or people trying to marry guys with ugly masks on or people trying to compete for their dead grandfather’s will? And WHY do we reward these people with a million bucks? For the love of the Lord.
Seeing the preview for this “Homeless Life Make-Over” show made me see how wrong we all are in supporting these other cheesy and useless shows. If we are going to sit around and watch reality television every night, why don’t we want to watch shows where people with AIDS finally get the treatment they need? Or a show about foster kids finally finding a family that will love them? Why the FUCK are we sitting around watching Joe Millionaire FuckFace lie and slander women in order to win himself some cheap fame and cash? I just don’t get it. And as of right now, I don’t support it.
I mean, sure. I will still watch MTV’s reality programming cuz I have said in this journal time and time again that they are the first and the best. And no one’s getting a lame ass reward out of the deal. But as far as watching “The Bachelor” or “For Love or Money” or “Insert the unclever name of an unclever show here”, I’m done. You can take my nonexistent Nielsen rating and shove it up your ass, corporate conglomerates. You don’t have my support any longer. I originally thought it was bad enough that people preferred “reality” TV to scripted sitcoms based on the fact that so many actors are going out of work. Now I just think it’s sad that as a society we prefer watching people suffer more than we prefer watching people get the help that they need. And that we financially support these boners.
I’m done.
So yes…Paul and I DID hook up last night. I had to play with his limp penis for 20 minutes before I could get him in the mood. Then he wouldn’t even kiss me until I had him lubed up and ready to go. I was happy that we shared this time together, but of course irritated as fuck that it took so much effort on my part to make it happen. One of these days I am going to go down on him and bite that lazy dick of his right off. OR…one of these days, I will find someone who actually gives a shit about sex. And about me. SNORE A LICIOUS.
Tonight, Ahmad is taking me out to dinner. I think we are going to the the SoHo Grand. He told me to dress up really nicely and to be ready for a good time. I checked out the “Grand” online and to be honest, it seems a bit out of my league. Ok, a bit? It is HELLA out of my league. I don’t think I have any clothes nice enough to wear. I am calling him a little bit later and I am going to do my best to change his mind about our dinner destination. I am a diner type of kid; not a glamorous restaurant type of kid. Money means nothing to me and the possession of it means even less.
Kelly would kill me if she knew that I was giving up the chance at going out to dinner at a place like “The Grand”. She has been dying to find someone to take her out to dinner. I understand how she feels, as I have been there before. But she wants to go out classy and expensive and I just don’t care at all about classy or expensive. We have completely different tastes when it comes to dining out. She is rather elegant and I am rather down to earth. But if someone doesn’t take this girl out soon, I might have to mortgage my entire life and do it myself. It’s getting to that point. Too bad Ahmad doesn’t like pretty blue eyed ladies. He could take HER to the SOHO Grand. But then I’d have to cut his dick off for leading me on. Ok…what is WITH me and the mangling of dicks today?
I need to get fucked. That’s probably it.
Off to take a nap for lunch. Cuz when you make $30,000 a year at a shit hole…you get to take naps during your lunch break. And this bitch is ready for his!
Latas lovahs.
