It's well known that I love America's Next Top Model. I don't know why. Perhaps it serves as an opportunity to indulge in pure, unadulterated bitchiness? Nothing pleases me more than making catty remarks about women who I'll never meet? It's the only reality show I consistently watch -- sure, I make the occasional foray into Top Chef, and I make the more-than-occasional stop on TLC, but home-improvement shows don't count. For some reason, however, I can't stop watching the Search for the Next Pussycat Doll, despite being a blatant ANTM rip-off and a really bad show. Regardless, I watched both with Melanie last night (accompanied by a huge vat of guacamole and three different B&J flavors), then I ambled home, all ready to make an early night of it and catch some sleep. I get home and call J.R. to say goodnight, and he says, "Aren't you watching Lost?" Fuck! I can't believe I forgot Lost. And it being such a good Locke episode, too. Luckily, I only missed about 15 minutes, which I watched online today. And that brings us to the point, dear reader: I frakkin' love the new "let's put our shows online so bitches don't have to worry if they space out after too much fat and bad reality TV and forget to watch one of their favorite shows."
Also my point: Friday Night Lights is so fucking good. The end.
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