I thought my show-killer mojo had faded with Lost and Desperate Housewives becoming hits last year and Stargate: Atlantis becoming a solid success for its genre. But new shows I watch are crashing and burning with frightening speed this midseason.
Note to self: Begin watching Fox reality programs religiously.
I need to free myself of this curse before Eureka airs, or I might be down one best friend.
Two? From one showing?
Yes. How's that for irritating beyond all get out? Normally I pay by check and I write "EXTORTION" in the memo line. But today, it was pay by web.
Spa day?
Hmm. Thats a good place to open negotiations...
How's that for irritating beyond all get out?
Oh, very. I'm surprised that hasn't happened to me in Westwood yet, but these days I avoid everything other than the medical centre with its own parking structure. Last parking ticket was Santa Monica, but it was a lovely afternoon out, so it was almost worth it.
Note to self: Begin watching Fox reality programs religiously.
I choose death before reality! Unless there's a cake option. Is there cake? No? Babies on spikes, then?
I could make myself watch for the certain knowledge of Rupert Murdoch's blood pressure rising in inverse proportion to the falling ratings of his network.
I think there was a conversation about this in Bitches, but I can't remember...
A masseuse doesn't actually give a crap that my body sucks, right? She wont like, recoil?
Allyson, it's the masseuse's job to work on the person. I know a massueuse who says that he doesn't see a body, per se, but parts to work on. He sees bodies in groups of muscles and angles, not in sizes.
You won't ping the masseu(r/se)'s radar, Allyson. Go and relax.