Boredom.org/yourmom.
I am so bored, I am going to cause myself physical harm.
I woke up at am AM hour all on my own, which is highly uncharacteristic of me.
I discovered that my iTunes playlist had a double copy of every song, TV show, and movie I’ve downloaded since 1954, so I spent the majority of my day deleting the doppelgangers. Keep in mind I have several thousand songs, so this made my eyes fall out of my head.
I bought some George Michael tickets. (Shut up. The British Bachelor just said it was his favorite artist. Go figure.)
Speaking of this show, how old is this dude? And I cannot believe this is the 12th season of this crap. Apparently Wiki says he’s 27 and he’s 6’5” (?!). He’s, quote, a “handsome global financier from London.” Who’s not. C’mon.
He can drive on the left-hand side of the road, too, as per this episode. And the annoying, pretty girl on a solo date with him, who reminds me of Siena Miller in Alfie, has just admitted that she is Lorenzo Lamas’ daughter. He’s, “very well known in the US.” (Yeah. It took me a minute or seven, too.) Doubt too many blokes were watching Renegade on BBC3. She also can’t say the word “saw.” She definitely just said “sawl” twice. Twice isn’t an accident.
…WHAT THE EFF WAS THAT? I just heard an audible “meep” come out of one of the bachelorettes. Like, speech impediment, nervous twitch, MEEP. Like, Road Runner SFX.
I just dropped a coaster. And this girl is crying. Chick, it’s a TV show. On ABC. Build a bridge. He just said he missed the other five American bitches who just stole him away from the last four.
What else did I do? Watched the bathroom ceiling leak. Taped the bathroom ceiling leaking for posterity and/or insurance purposes.
…And what the hell is this? Dunkin’ Donuts sells ICED TEA now?
Okay. I need to stop watching this show, cause this guy’s accent is too much for me.
