The Bachelor

I love this show! And it's not because of the promise of love, or the chance that someone will find his true love, blah blah blah. Oh, no. It's because of the horribly pathetic women who come on the show and try to find The One, and are crushed when he doesn't pick them. It's also because women are so fierce when they are fighting for a man's attention, and they all look like devils. It is a great thing to watch: the deterioration of a woman's self respect as she tries to fall in love with someone who will eventually realize that from all the fame of being on the show, he'll have much better women to pick from after the show than the 25 that were chosen in the beginning. Because, let's face it, when people put this together, they only do it for dramatic effect, not for true love.

*sigh* Television at it's best.

In other news, we all know that I'm a dork, right? Right. So the other day, as I'm walking down the street, I see a silver car (nice car) do a very good job of parking in a spot that I'd never in a million years even attempt to park. And when they were done, I said to myself, "Nice job, Parky Parkerton." What the?! I must get out more and have more conversations with normal people.

I had a bunch of stuff to write last week, but, alas, I was busy at work, so those thoughts will all fall to the wayside. Oh, well. They were probably moronic thoughts as those above.