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So. Have you seen my favorite trainwreck’s new video? It’s just as bad as I suspected it would be. Watch it. Love it. Laugh at it.

It’s clear she’s not right in her head, and all those scumbags that have latched on to her don’t care enough to say no to her once in a while, and to spend the night at home instead of at some gross club where she will inevitably change clothes with some poor girl who has better taste than she does.

How long until she blows through all of her money and one of those “friends” of hers sells her out to the papparazzi and they find her in some dingy hotel in Hollywood with speed bumps all over her body offering to blow guys for drugs?

Any sympathy I had for that girl is so long gone that I can’t even remember having any.

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The new TV season is upon us! My favorite time of year! And this season is just as crappy as the last few have been, unfortunately. Because reality TV has taken over in a most heinous way, there aren’t many scripted shows to choose from, let alone GOOD ones (thank god the cable channels have stepped in to save that genre).

OK, I’m going to say it. I like Dirty Sexy Money. Yes, it has the worst title in the history of televsion, with the possible exceptions of Cop Rock, Three Guys A Girl And A Pizza Place, and The New Adventures of Old Christine (bad title, good show. Fuck you CBS, for relegating that show to a mid-season replacement and putting shit like The Big Bang Theory [also badly named] in its place. Boo.)

Not only does it have Peter Krause, who I’ve had a mad crush on since Sports Night, but it also has Donald Sutherland (you know, the Sutherland that DOESN’T keep getting DUIs) and Jill Clayburgh. It’s about a super-rich family, and the poor lawyer schlub who works for them - OK, he doesn’t just work for them. He takes care of them. I read a review of the show online that gave the show a horrible review, and said that the family’s constant pestering of the Peter Krause character at all hours of the day and night to take care of the ridiculous messes they’ve gotten themselves into is what makes the show so awful. I had to laugh, because if you’ve EVER worked for a wealthy person (let alone the entire family of one), you know that this is frighteningly accurate. I see it every day, people. An example: my boss was on vacation in Mexico about a year ago, and called me to find the number of the wind-surfing place IN HIS HOTEL so that he could make reservations. Then he just had ME make the reservations. Even though he was in the same building. EVEN THOUGH HE WAS IN THE SAME COUNTRY. (That’s not even close to the stupidest thing I’ve had to, either. That’s just the one I’m willing to write about.)

The characters are so clueless and dispicable that they’re likable. I hope this show makes it. And, I swear to god, if this show gets axed and that goddamn caveman show stays on, I’m leaving the country.

CBS is still threatening to cancel How I Met Your Mother, which is probably the most charming and likable sitcom on TV. Watch it. Save it. (And Friday Night Lights, too. I can not push this show on people enough.)>

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I found this blog and it made me laugh.

Mostly because it’s scarily true.

(As an aside, I’d like to offer a big fuck you to Barry Manilow for not going on The View because he doesn’t like Elisabeth Hasselback’s nutso republican views [as an aside to my aside, she was referred to as America’s True Believer on the Huffington Post, and I found that HILARIOUS]. You’re Barry fucking Manilow. Do you really think Elisabeth Hasselback is going to hit you with questions about whether or not YOU think the surge is working? No. She’s going to ask you how it feels to sing “Mandy” and “I Write The Songs” for the kajilliionth time while staring at that freakish face of yours. Get over yourself, you ass.)

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Weren’t my birthday pictures so (not) lovely? There were some other ones that I put in there, but ended up taking out in the hopes of making myself look less narcissistic and less drunk. If you’re interested in seeing them (well, some of them), you can if you’re one of my friends at Flickr.

TGIF!