What the HELL
It has been a thoroughly craptastic week so far, which I attribute in part to the huge letdown from Manic Sunday. But seriously! You know how sometimes you're like, OK, I'm going to have an AWESOME week? And then it's like the world starts conspiring against you to make sure it's anything BUT awesome? WHY DOES THAT HAPPEN? It's like the Murphy's Law of life and I think it SUCKS.
Hey, I just thought of something. What would The Secret lady say to THAT, I wonder? Huh? I am putting a LOT of good stuff out into the world, so WHAT THE HELL?!?!
Oh, well. I'll just do what I always do, which is to say, "Well, the good stuff just took a wrong turn, but it's coming for me" and then eat some chocolate and go to bed and hope tomorrow's less craptastic.
I'm going to totally change the subject now. Have you seen Scott Baio is 45 and Single? I find that show strangely, strangely compelling. And thanks to VH1 and its magical rotating schedule, I've seen it (or at least parts of it) like three times this week.
So the obvious appeal is that I had a little crush on Scott Baio when he was on Charles in Charge. But the rest of it ... I'm not sure, because he comes off as kind of an immature ass. But then again, he's sort of amusingly self-deprecating, too. And then there's the random stuff. Like, when did he become BFF with the big brother from Wonder Years? Has he gotten Botox, or just aged well? And of course, my favorite: Does he really, as Erin Moran revealed, have a small penis?
These are the things, my friends, that will keep me tuning in.
My other summer guilty pleasure is the World Series of Pop Culture. Obviously. Oh, and Kathy Griffin. What's yours?