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If what I watched last night is any indication, I have way too much fun watching people from the 1970s die in badly directed and horribly executed disasters. I can't decide if it was the outfits, the hairstyles, or the fact that at least one of them was Charleton Heston.

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Okay, I have to know. Why in the hell do people who claim they've been injured on the job go out and do the most idiotic things in public? You know, it's one thing to say your back is too hurt for you to work only to be seen casually shopping in the mall. It's another thing to say it and then go home to carry your fridge on your back like a papoose while spelunking, chopping wood, rebuilding a roof and performing with Barnum and Bailey's Circus as the human cannonball.

Ack! Now they're going to show video of killer whales eating seals! I don't know which cute animal to root for, damn it! I'm so conflicted!

I think I need to stop watching so much TV. Between Shark Week and Real TV, I've seen way too many hungry aquatic creatures eating stupid animals like seals and nature show hosts.

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Damn it, someone yell at me or smack me upside the head or something. I should be writing right now and I need someone to egg me on and get me up off my lazy ass.

I love Alara.

And this is why. You might want to avoid this rant if you're Catholic, but considering it's one of the reasons I gave up on the religion I was raised in ... well, I had to share.

You know, I plan on teaching my kids to treat everyone with the respect and love that they deserve, regardless of whether or not they like their lifestyle. Isn't it about time I'm not allowed to get married or have any children, either?

Sheesh. World's chock full of war, famine, pain, abuse, hate, and racism, but not allowing gay people to marry? That's top priority at the Vatican.

*headwall*

Don't mind me. I'm still trying to figure out why we're saving other countries from religious freedom but we apparently can't have it.

Bitchy? Me? Oh, yeah. Where was I? Oh, right.

*headwallheadwallheadwall*

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Yay! Non-elimination round on TAR tonight! And my boys ate live, wriggling little octopi. Just to show everybody just how much cooler gay guys are ... they'll eat anything! :) *user quickly puts up police tape around the gutter before anyone so much as thinks about going anywhere near the damn thing*

EDIT: I love my Gay Marrieds. Can't say that enough. They're like two adorable, very tall puppies. And I still love them even though I'm pissy I didn't get to see Reichen in a Speedo tonight.

SON OF EDIT: Don't mind the eating anything comment. But dude, they ate live octopi. David and Jeff gave up after they saw eyeballs. Chickens.

*sigh* I seriously have to finish that Lorne/Jubilee fic. If only because Jubes has been dying to say the following for a while now --

Huh. I wonder if this is how Wolvie feels when he's drunk. I seriously doubt it. I can't really see Wolvie trying to decide between licking the inside of his beer glass, violently throwing up, or crawling meekly into the lap of the adorable hottie on the next stool over.

Ewww. Now I can, and it's really, really gross.

Ewww. Now he's doing all three at once! Jeez, where are a pair of barbecue forks and a complete lack of sensation in my eyeballs when I need them?

Yes, I'm weird. Sue me.