You know what's advantageous?
Apr. 23rd, 2007 11:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosHaving parents with a big back porch open to the sun and wireless access. *grins wickedly from my warm comfy lawn chair*
I really should have brought drinks with me, though. Last time I was here and raided the fridge my mom had a fit. Okay, yeah, it's my own damn responsibility to feed myself, but come ON. (Perhaps if I hadn't tried to boost one of her last bottles of Smirnoff. Hmm.)
So last night I tried to watch the premiere of this season of Celebrity Fit Club. Don't even ask me why, because I don't even know. I've watched previous seasons, too -- I mean, I'm a sucker for C-list celebrity reality shows, so this is always like candy to me. And sometimes I even find out I like someone more than I did before. It only took a few minutes of watching Cletus T. Judd for me to decide that he's not half the moron I thought he was going to be. He actually seems really sweet and I kinda want to feed him cookies, although he's got an eating disorder now because he starved himself to lose seventy pounds for his kid and I ... I just really got invested in him because he's cool, I guess. :)
And then there's Dustin Diamond. (I feel my migraine coming back. *wince*) Apparently halfway through the season he gets into this fight with Kimberley Locke and calls her a cunt and says stuff about fucking her with his cock and showing her what a real man is or some shit, and I just ... I mean, I heard the fight was bad enough, but from watching the "this season on Celebrity Fit Club ..." footage last night I just can't wrap my brain around the ego on this idiot. It's pretty blatantly obvious that he's trying to make up for the fact that everybody looks at him and thinks of a ginormous dork so he's decided to act like a raging dickweed. It's a brilliant strategy, really. I mean, if I had a dead career and was living off residuals (granted, Saved by the Bell reruns about as much as Full House, so I imagine he's got something resembling a steady income for life) I think what I would do is go on national television and prove I'm a gigantic jackass everybody's so disgusted with dealing with on a regular basis that they all walk off the set.
So, yeah. Good job, then. *thumbs up*
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go write porn. At least ten thousand words of it by tomorrow night. ARGH.
I really should have brought drinks with me, though. Last time I was here and raided the fridge my mom had a fit. Okay, yeah, it's my own damn responsibility to feed myself, but come ON. (Perhaps if I hadn't tried to boost one of her last bottles of Smirnoff. Hmm.)
So last night I tried to watch the premiere of this season of Celebrity Fit Club. Don't even ask me why, because I don't even know. I've watched previous seasons, too -- I mean, I'm a sucker for C-list celebrity reality shows, so this is always like candy to me. And sometimes I even find out I like someone more than I did before. It only took a few minutes of watching Cletus T. Judd for me to decide that he's not half the moron I thought he was going to be. He actually seems really sweet and I kinda want to feed him cookies, although he's got an eating disorder now because he starved himself to lose seventy pounds for his kid and I ... I just really got invested in him because he's cool, I guess. :)
And then there's Dustin Diamond. (I feel my migraine coming back. *wince*) Apparently halfway through the season he gets into this fight with Kimberley Locke and calls her a cunt and says stuff about fucking her with his cock and showing her what a real man is or some shit, and I just ... I mean, I heard the fight was bad enough, but from watching the "this season on Celebrity Fit Club ..." footage last night I just can't wrap my brain around the ego on this idiot. It's pretty blatantly obvious that he's trying to make up for the fact that everybody looks at him and thinks of a ginormous dork so he's decided to act like a raging dickweed. It's a brilliant strategy, really. I mean, if I had a dead career and was living off residuals (granted, Saved by the Bell reruns about as much as Full House, so I imagine he's got something resembling a steady income for life) I think what I would do is go on national television and prove I'm a gigantic jackass everybody's so disgusted with dealing with on a regular basis that they all walk off the set.
So, yeah. Good job, then. *thumbs up*
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go write porn. At least ten thousand words of it by tomorrow night. ARGH.
