Wednesday's are generally a terrible night for television so I knew I'd be forced to watch her shows, American Idol and the dreaded Millionaire Match Maker (tivo'd from last night). I know I've already mentioned the "Millionaire" show but it's worth repeating; this is the dumbest show on television and it infuriates me to know end. Last nights episode recap: 42 year old woman millionaire without the possibility of a natural facial expression due to all the botox injections needs help curbing her appetite for 20-something year old Abercrombie look-a-likes that spend all her money. Lord take me, I give up. A mercy killing is in order.
Moving on, 'Idol' had its normal batch of mommy-said-I-can-sing jokesters lining up to entertain me. It's actually becoming a guilty pleasure of mine. With the exception of "Yo dog, you pitchy", Randy what's-his-name, it's a decent show.
The best thing about last night? I got to talk about furniture with Michelle for, like, an hour and a half. It was awesome. Why do girls insist on bringing up subjects like this to dudes? I'd rather discuss the WNBA. She shows me a piece of furniture, ask me if I like it. "Do you like this one better? What about this one?" To her credit we talked about adding a 32 in LCD flat screen in the bedroom. That's how she roped me in. Then she flipped the shit on me, and when I came to, I was picking between a round glass top kitchen table and a Voodoo art piece for the wall.
I need a night job.
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