It’s pretty ironic that I ran a 5k to just say no to drugs. This is the first day I’m off the wagon in two weeks. Two beers and a Percocet later, I’m going to explore a new topic. My weekly viewing has left me a bit opinionated.
First off Dexter. Explain to me how Dexter can see Hank’s imaginary professor? Does he have a sixth sense in illusion? That turn really provoked distaste. Up until this point I felt there was a level of honesty in the show. Now, a psychopath is mirrored by a psychopath. The chances are slim to none that it is believable.
I saw the premier of Kim and Kourtney take New York. It is more like Kim and Kourtney take their balls and give it to Mason. Why is it that the toddler is the only one with free will? I just read the US weekly article where Kim claims (or at least US says she does) Kris was a horrible husband.
The horrors rang true to me as it made me reminiscent of my own marriage. Being the breadwinner was to my detriment. Being the loyal wife was as well. Acceptance was never a factor, solely ambition. I hate it when I relate to Kim Kardashian!
It’s almost as bad as the recent JLo fling. Um, am I the only one who thinks bringing her boy toys around the kids this early in the relationship will lead to years of therapy? Isn’t having a possessive and authoritative father bad enough? Poor twins. WTF is their names? Oh right, who cares.
I was saddened by the Enlightened week off. Boy would I have loved to see a Thanksgiving with her mom. Talk about torture. I just have to imagine that Amy cooks an extravagant feast for her mother and ex husband. Only her mother is asleep by 7:00pm whining of the excess calories and bloating. Her ex, on the other hand, is screaming for shots as he sneaks off for another line. Ah, a realistic holiday. At least her shy co-worker was appreciative of her left-over plate on her return to work.
The anime bit on Community makes me remember what luster the show has. Although the batman bit was lacking bail and condemned to another cliché. Where was Britta? She is my favorite. I lover her principles, as flawed as they are.
Lastly, I’m carving a dose of true LA drama. I thought about my last date. For some unknown reason I never heard back from him. Was it because I shared my blog? When we say each other first/last, and his subsequent text messages, he expressed interest in seeing me again. Although I was not instantly attracted to him, his artistic side was alluring. If anything, I wanted to snuggle with him in bed with a bowl of popcorn and watch my favorite movie Shortcuts, which he ordered on my recommendation.
I’d probably take a few days to download it because of it’s age. This is the only day in the foreseeable future that I can indulge in a 3 hour movie. it reminds me of my conversation this morning with my eight-year old running buddy. As we were running through Wisteria Lane, I explained the premise of desperate housewives. I’m not a fan, but have caught the show a few times. It’s too far fetched for my taste. But the storyline is arguably relatable.
Now, I’m going to drink another beer, smoke more cigarettes, and hopefully pass out before the sun goes down. What’s next, Amelie. If I can’t have drama I will take whimsy. Let me see the softer side to hope and imagination.
My distant friend once told me his ideal day of lounge was watching reruns of the Tudors. Having taken an interest in European history, I was unimpressed with the portrayal of Henry VIII. I prefer my version of a loadie. Again, cheers to any given Sunday.
Oh, pardon my typos. I’m no so impressed with impressing you these days.
