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My room is cleeeeeeean! My clothes are cleeeeeeeean! Everything in my room is cleeeeeeeeean! Wheeeeeeee!

Aaaaaaaand now I'm exhausted. I'd take a nap if it weren't for the fact that I really need to write. And, er, eat.

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I'm watching The Will -- why, I don't know, possibly because I like horrible, mind-numbing trainwrecks or I've killed someone during my nap and need to be punished somehow -- and if you were wondering, yes, all of the people in the commercials are exactly as repellent as they seem. Although it is admittedly seeing these people all accusing the others of only being there for the money, proving once and for all that there are some people who really can breathe through a liquid pool of pure, unfiltered hypocrisy. Thank God for all the breast implants they all have, like built-in swimmies for everybody.

EDIT: *eye roll* Whoever edits this really needs to learn how not to spoil the ending of next week's episode. You know, for the people who actually give a damn.

OTHER EDIT: Oh, dear God, William Hung is in a movie, and this is the trailer. Hold me. *whimpers*

OH, LOOK, ANOTHER ONE: I wonder which body parts I can sell to get this. WANT. *covets like crazy*

Also, just saw a newer promo for this week's TAR. ( Cut in case anybody wants to avoid possible TAR spoilers )

AND THERE'S ANOTHER ONE: Oh, yeah, the trophy wife? Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge bitch. Is there any way to end this show by feeding her to sharks? Because I could really get behind that.

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Putting on a blindfold and my iPod, putting my music on shuffle, and just dancing around my bedroom as my idea of exercise wouldn't be half as amusing if it weren't that inevitably, every dance song that comes up when I do this is incredibly cheesy. For example, I just spent the past few minutes dancing like a goofball to "I'm Too Sexy". Boy, I hope my life is not reality entertainment in some alternate universe or I am so screwed. (*waves* Hi, alternate universe! Hope I get a cut of the T-shirt profits!)

You know, this would probably stop happening if I ... you know ... took "I'm Too Sexy" off my iPod. But if I did that, I'd have to take off "Baby Got Back" and "Rumpshaker", and there's enough disappointment in the world as it is.