The good, the bad, and the nightmare

Ok so where to start.. Hm how bout the continuing nightmare...
Same bloody dream.. 3 nights in a row.. I mean come on!!!! Whose idea was it to torture me with this?????! I couldn't even face the man yesterday.

The Bad...
I've come to the horrifying conclusion that my life closely parrallels that of Bridget Jones. For those who have either seen both movies or read the book, you know to whom I refer. You might even feel strange similarities. The only diffrence between she and I is that there seems to be no happiness at all. Not even momentary. She makes a statement in the second movie about how she won't ever measure up, and she will always be a little bit fat. God... how true. I have this strange fear that I'm going to end up spending the rest of my life living vicariously through the immense romance novels I read. Oh god, how depressing the thought that the closest I'm going to get to consuming passion and soul enrapturing love is page 152 of "Wanton Splendor".

The one good thing...

Have found momentary pleasure in the form of VH1's new show.. "StripSearch" Can you say 15 gorgeous men competeing to be in the first US version of Billy Carson's "Thunder From Down Under" all male revue? YUM with a capital UMMMMMMMM!