Do you have love for New York?
Have you been sitting around, scratching your head, wondering what the best Valentine’s Day gift would be for your sweetie?
Look. Flowers, and candy, and jewelry have, frankly, been done to death. What better way to say I love you than with the gift of music? Nothing says Valentine’s sweet nothings like a bass guitar!!
Quick, someone buy it so my boyfriend can use the money and buy me something pretty.
I saw some gossip blurb about Jennifer Aniston jumping on the Hollywood adoption bandwagon and instructing her lawyers to “get her a child”. That part wasn’t what struck me. I looked at some of the reader comments, and I was taken by how many people said, “I know she will make a wonderful mother”, or ,”that baby will be so lucky and happy”, and I almost lost my mind. What has Jennifer Aniston EVER done that makes someone think she’s a capable parent? Does the fact that she played a likeable character on a sitcom for ten years make her a good parent? I love how people think they know celebrities because they watch them on television.For what it’s worth, I have no idea if she’ll be a good mother or not. I have no idea what kind of parent YOU would be (or are, in the case of the parents).Because I don’t know you.
24 continues to be my favorite show to both love and hate. I hate all of the over-the-top aspects of it. I hate that Jack Bauer continues to be the only person capable of saving the world (sorry, MacGuyver). I hate that his relationships never EVER last. I hate that there’s ALWAYS a bad guy within the U.S. government causing whatever Jack’s saving us all from.BUT.I love it. I love all the stupid action, and Keifer Sutherland running around with nothing but a gun, a cell phone, and the determination to rid the world of the mean people.I spend most of the episode hemming and hawing (sp?) about all the silliness, but then by the time it’s over, and the big cliffhanger is revealed, I always scream out, “I love this show!”
You know, I didn’t think that I would enjoy watching a bunch of ghetto thugs trying to win the affections of a two-time Flavor Flav reject, but goddamn, I’m hooked on some I Love New York. It’s so ridiculous, it’s hilarious. For the sake of the comedy, I would like to see Mr. Boston win, but I don’t think that’s going to happen. I like that her crazy mother is on all the episodes. Even though she does look like cro-magnon man with red lipstick.
I appreciate all the support I got from you guys after my last entry. I didn’t write about it as a plea for sympathy. I wrote about it because my reaction really shocked and bothered me. I didn’t like that I was so hurt by something a group of meaningless strangers said, and that I couldn’t control it. While my issues with my weight haven’t completely gone away, most of the social anxiety associated with them has. But it’s a process. I can’t get over this whole life-long mindset overnight. But I’m trying.Because I’m good enough, I’m smart enough, and gosh darnit, people like me. 8 Comments
