I feel old.

[impy]

You ever have a moment so filled to the brim with what the fuck that you are momentarily rendered completely, totally, wholly speechless?
I'm in the midst of recovering from one of those. o_O

Click. Me.

Do that, then come back. It's okay, I have time and it shouldn't take long. It's nothing all that special, really.
Now, ask. Go on, ask.
"Why, oh impaliscious one, did I go look at a toothy blonde who apparently is on a stupid reality show?"
Because, as should be obvious by the "hometown" thing, I know her. Know her well enough to still own quite a few Barbies with most unfortunate haircuts due to her not so skilled hands. Well enough that I can dream the layout of her house in most of its entirety, and that the set up for any book that has two bedrooms connected by a bathroom is immediately the same as her house.
That is beyond bizarre, mmkay?

Hunh. You'd think the world would be large enough that this wouldn't ever have been an issue.
You'd think wrong, apparently.

So who wants to watch and see if she's crazier than crazy?


I've got nothing that tops that. Nothing.

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[agent-alpo.livejournal.com]

If you ever see Mascoutah, Illinois listed for one of the contestants, don't tell me! Because it would most certainly force me to watch reality television, and I have sworn on the graves of Firefly, Wonderfalls, and The Inside that I would never watch reality television EVER.