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like an angry old man, shaking a fist at the sky...

Thursday, November 06, 2003

i'm totally addicted to dating shows.

i have been for a while, now. i mean, back when i was in high school, i discovered that show 'blind date' - that's like the granddaddy of the lower-end dating shows. not like the bachelor, which is "respectable" and i use that term...well, as loose as it can get. you know, like pamela anderson.

anywho, yeah, i watched a lot of blind date, and it always made me feel like more of a man. or perhaps just like a better prospective date for the ladies. prior to that, i had to rely simply on my enormous genitalia. so the guys on blind date -- alot of them were such clueless chumps, I coulda showed them a thing or two. and that's saying something.

so blind date and i were pals for a while, exclusive daters, one might say. and then, one christmas when my sister was home, we stayed up mighty late every night to watch the fifth wheel and elimidate. those are far more risque and, as the french say, trashy, and of course, highly addictive. alot of those guys are tools, but they're all buff and shit, so my confidence boosting that had, up to that point, resulted began to suffer.

elimidate was cool as hell. waaaaaay better than dis-missed on MTV, though what isn't these days. i'd loooooooove to be on a date with like, four girls at the same time, all vying for my attention. but it's been in recent months that i've realized that the girls are not concerned with getting the guy AT ALL. they are merely and unequivocally concerned with besting one another. which leads me to make the following observation.

girls, from the age of about 12 to, i'd say, 25 are perhaps the cruelest beings on the planet. y'all need to shape up. seriously.



feeling: alright
thinking of: getting back to season deuce of '24' - which is badthefuckass
song of the day: a rush of blood to the head - coldplay

i'm tired of quote of the day - i'm suspending that practice.
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