bethb's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the claws are coming out... ok, so as is often the case, i freaked out for nothing. mr. insurance man wanted to see if i was ok, and to make sure i wasn't going to sue the pants off of the guy who hit me. although i did entertain the horrible thought of getting an estimate on my bumper (which isn't bad at all, there's this gouge, and it really doesn't need replacing) and not replacing it. i'm pretty sure that's illegal. and waaaay dishonest. i'm already hoping that the fucker who sold my car to my father and i, is already experiencing his own auto-hell, because this car, really, should not have been sold without some kind of nice dinner and a big boquet of white tulips. i mean really- if i'm gonna get fucked, let's at least do this right people. ok, also....let's talk about TV. So there's this whole reality tv surge. ok fine. that's fine. survivor- yep, watched the first one. sure did. pretty into the second big brother until about now. because now, it just makes my stomach sick. i don't for one fucking minute believe this will fellow is a doctor. at. all. and he keeps refering to this 'serious relationship' he's in with that big ball of skizz- sharon? shannon? whatever. she's gross. i hope she's embarrassed for herself now. bunky- oh bunky you big crying pail of poo. i don't buy it. nope. no sir. and please......it was a good idea to let them shave you, because for the first 4 episodes, i swear i thought you were wearing a sweater. i feel bad for hardy. i don't think he's as dumb as everyone thinks he is, but i also don't think he's as smart as he thinks he is. i do think the relationship between he and his grandma is charming. but let's talk about this 'Murder in Small town X' for a minute. i watched the first episode. i was lured in by the commercials. i admit it. it looked scary. but the acting? i don't even think you can call it acting, it's more 'schmacting'. where did they get these people? rick and lucy's dinner theatre? they're horrible. everyone. the 'investigators'; the (oh lord help me) 'townspeople'. and this poor faux-town of 'sunrise maine'. i don't know if that's real or not, but all of the signs for businesses and stuff have that carefully aged look of a mediocrely done 'fake-tique' that one would use to decorate your neighborhood Old Navy. Shit, even ruby tuesday's and restraunts of that calibur have more convincing crap stapled to their walls. like when the pixie-ish looking investigator exhaled gravely and said 'i'll never forget this job' i yelled 'what part of FAKE FAKE FAKE isn't clear here?' honest to god. it's baaaaaaad. and yet, i tape it. i'm sick 9:40 a.m. - 2001-08-22 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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