Welcome to the Shitbox Hotel.
I'm back.
I made the 10-hour trek back to Canada today. Totally the most depressing trip I've ever taken. It was hard leaving today because I knew what I was coming back to. We weren't all sobby and clingy like last time. I guess that part got easier.
But being at home was so great. Hanging out with Mel and Joe and feeling like I was 10 years old again. Having no responsibilities greater than keeping the plans I made with everyone. And having enough money to finance it all.
I have never been so grateful just to go home for a week. And hang out with my dog. (We went for walks.) And sit around and do nothing with some of my oldest friends.
And the MadLibs! The MadLibs were great. They always are. We did deep nipple bends, and told the babysitter to give the baby the warm oily discharge at 6.5:30 o'clock.
Yeah, maybe that's only funny to me. But it was DAMN funny when we were reading it!
Right. Now I'm sitting in a dark hotel room. Except it's not dark enough because I forgot to shut the bathroom light off. Shoot.
And I'm watching the cheesey Canadian rip-off of MTV. Crappy.
And what's really funny is that they know that MTV is out there, but they don't seem to understand that it came first and Much Music copied them. So they "What do you have in the US? MTV? (Said with emphasis, in a mocking way.)"
And then I have to tell them how their show is going to end because I watched it when it was new in August. The only really original things about Much Music are a few mediocre TRL-like shows that are filmed in Toronto. They have a total of 4 veejays who are constantly recycled for a bunch of different shows. And the same people who mock MTV will brag that they met one or two of them. Which can't be that hard because they are not really celebrities.
Not that all this even matters to me, or that I'm a huge fan of MTV. Because it doesn't, and I'm not. But I love it when stupid people don't realize they don't know what they're talking about, and I get to catch them.
Good for you, pal. Rock on.
And the girl on this show just said The Killers played with the Pussycat Dolls.
What???
They definitely don't get it. That's just wrong.
I made the 10-hour trek back to Canada today. Totally the most depressing trip I've ever taken. It was hard leaving today because I knew what I was coming back to. We weren't all sobby and clingy like last time. I guess that part got easier.
But being at home was so great. Hanging out with Mel and Joe and feeling like I was 10 years old again. Having no responsibilities greater than keeping the plans I made with everyone. And having enough money to finance it all.
I have never been so grateful just to go home for a week. And hang out with my dog. (We went for walks.) And sit around and do nothing with some of my oldest friends.
And the MadLibs! The MadLibs were great. They always are. We did deep nipple bends, and told the babysitter to give the baby the warm oily discharge at 6.5:30 o'clock.
Yeah, maybe that's only funny to me. But it was DAMN funny when we were reading it!
Right. Now I'm sitting in a dark hotel room. Except it's not dark enough because I forgot to shut the bathroom light off. Shoot.
And I'm watching the cheesey Canadian rip-off of MTV. Crappy.
And what's really funny is that they know that MTV is out there, but they don't seem to understand that it came first and Much Music copied them. So they "What do you have in the US? MTV? (Said with emphasis, in a mocking way.)"
And then I have to tell them how their show is going to end because I watched it when it was new in August. The only really original things about Much Music are a few mediocre TRL-like shows that are filmed in Toronto. They have a total of 4 veejays who are constantly recycled for a bunch of different shows. And the same people who mock MTV will brag that they met one or two of them. Which can't be that hard because they are not really celebrities.
Not that all this even matters to me, or that I'm a huge fan of MTV. Because it doesn't, and I'm not. But I love it when stupid people don't realize they don't know what they're talking about, and I get to catch them.
Good for you, pal. Rock on.
And the girl on this show just said The Killers played with the Pussycat Dolls.
What???
They definitely don't get it. That's just wrong.
posted by Kally Hanifin at 9:46:00 PM
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