morgueville,heartland living.

i swear. i've converted into one of those couch potatoes who do nothing all day except watch tv and talks about it.

oh wait. i'm already one of them.

first it was holland v's finale. which was like a slap in the face. i actually followed religously for 125 episodes to come to such an ending. there had better be a season 2. but then again. it's so typical she would choose reality over fantasy. she may end up having a dysfunctional family if she wedded that doc. but then again, what kind of family can she and that wretch eunuch have anyway?

then it was survivor. my god. i could have become an instant baldie tearing my hair out watching that show. how can anyone be such a motherfucking shithead like jon? cursing his grandma to get a million bucks. how low can he stoop to achieve that? why not six feet under? i did worse than flinching. and all the twists and turns make this show such a hard one to analyse, which explains me and my sisters actually doing just that after the show. it's no longer cliche in the sense that the same old analysis of who gonna snake their way up to the moolah doesn't count anymore.

hahh. tv.