i'll admit (yet again), i love my trashy television, but paradise island? i mean, what the hell is going on? who's in charge of programming these shows? all i can say is thank god for the fab five. queer eye rocks.
tonight is a veritable feast of shit shows - i wish i had two vcrs. australian idol the concert (i've heard that paulini is the only one out of the final 12 who still doesn't have a recording contract - can anyone confirm this?), survivor all stars... here's the bit where i finally start questioning my taste in programming... extreme makeover beverly hills style (you mean there are *other* styles? they all come out looking like pamela anderson anyway!), and yeah i know, i know - the diana conspiracy.
hey! i never said i was a classy chick! at least not on a tuesday night in my trackie daks in my lounge in front of my telly.
but you know, even i'll draw the line at the hilton sisters - not such a simple life. oh, boo hoo. seriously, come on. who gives a shit.
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oh, lost in translation. saw that on the weekend. what an amazing film. i had to stay in the cinema for a while after it finished just so i could ease away the massive lump in my throat. the only downside to the whole experience was the sudden overwhelming urge i had to go see love actually again, but thankfully i fought it. in retrospect maybe that wouldn't have been such a good idea. all that romantic/platonic angst would have been enough for me to end it all by o.d-ing at the pancake parlour a-la the fat guy in 'the meaning of life'.