Pfft! Speak for yourself! I take the ISLAND COURAGE approach to life! RADI-COLA!
Pervy I’m fine with. I just don’t take them seriously.
I’m sorry, I’m not sure I could talk to someone who is clearly a bot and abuses the English language like that,
Ask some other people who send me links on formspring. I don’t watch them.
Every now and again. I try to drop in during D&D, and sometimes when I hear him shouting. I used to watch it more last year, but then I got a job, and then going back to school means I have marginally less time to watch. Now that it’s summer I go in and out a lot.
And when there’s an issue and I know the stream’s down (like, when we have a power outage) I take it upon myself to go in and say what’s up since I’m on a laptop. I know that’s entirely unnecessary though.
Also, when he’s away, I visit a few times a day to make sure the stream’s up. I don’t always enter the chat room though.
I only get one? Geeze Louise! I don’t even watch that much TV to begin with… well… I’ll say Diners Drive-Ins and Dives. I can NOT stand Guy Fieri. Everything about him just sets my teeth on edge.
Along with Guy, I’d also like to see Sandra Lee, Paula Dean, Rachael Ray, and Giada diLaurentiis gone too.
I know, mostly women… women who DON’T BELONG ON THE FOOD NETWORK I might add. The only reason Giada is there is because she shows cleavage and plays soft core pron music during her show. Rachael Ray is too…. Rachael Ray. Sandra Lee is a moron (I’ll mix vodka and milk! This is surely a winning combination without ice and kahlua!… I’ve been there Sandra, I was in high school) and Paul Dean just adds butter cheese and chocolate to everything.
But, of all that, I just can’t. stand. Guy. And now he’s hosting a game show! GAH!
And that’s my food network rant.
Sunflower seeds. Salted. Either Plain, Nacho, or BBQ flavored. I could sit here and eat 20 bags full of them if I had the opportunity.
TV. I’d miss my X-Box and Wii until I got a swanky computer monitor I could connect those to.
You know, in all my years, I don’t think I’ve ever received one piece of advice ever. God knows I needed it.
I’d slap myself on the head and say “Stop fucking around, and don’t fuck around so much when you’re in college. And cheer the fuck up.” My younger self would only respond to cursing.