I’ve accepted the fact that I like Reality shows even if the rest of my family finds it creepy. But this morning I woke up saying aloud,
“If Frank wasn’t fulfilling all Delores’ social needs she wouldn’t be so happy with David”
Look I know you don’t know what I’m talking about and that’s okay.
Here’s my problem I can’t figure out how to comment on the fan sites ergo I am forced to scream my reactions in my house.
Luckily I live alone so the only one it disturbs is my dog who doesn’t mind because she watches those shows too.
Not only am I getting dumber I’m getting crazier.
I hate to leave my house.
I am thrilled to have as many people visit me as want to but they’d better not invite me back.
Luckily no one has offered that invite.
I had such a good time the other night.
A few of the cats and my best friends came over.
Dave and Ronnie Taylor and Allan and Susan Schwartzberg.
I probably never mentioned it but Dave Taylor is the guy who made me carry his GIANT BASS TROMBONE because he claimed to have a bad something.
Anyway I tried my best to be charming and entertaining while they were here so I let Al and Dave read a dirty letter that my ex’s girlfriend wrote him that he stupidly left on his computer.
All it did was make them impressed with my ex.
If I want them to come back I’m gonna have to come up with another draw.
I wonder how they feel about tap dancing?
Here’s some zen. One of my doormen with the princess