Sausage and goat cheese pizza
My friend and I were talking about his guilty pleasure. I won’t come clean with what it was, but it got me thinking. What are my guilty pleasures?
P.S. I don’t feel like expanding on my previous entry. Needless to say, this weekend has its necessary retardedness. Life is boring without goofy shit. And BMWs.
I love Laguna Beach. I prefer the first season, but this second season has got hot. And now tonight is the last episode. Way to let some fools know! At least it’s commercial free.
Reading blogs. As you read this, you are me. I read random people from my school’s blogs. I see them on campus and part of me like expects them to like recognize me or something insane like that. But they don’t know me! It’s so funny to see those folks in for real life.
I have like several shows I watch that I don’t want people to know about. America’s Next Top Model is basically the shit. I love beautiful women. And I love Tyra Banks. So it’s like I have to watch. I never watch them outright. It’s always after the fact. Like I download episodes so I can watch them at my convenience. That mess is addicting.
Making the Band. Again, pretty girls do me in. I know, I know. Aubrey looks like a crackhead now, but she’s still cute (read hot, not cute like little sister cute). Yes, I miss Malika and her raspy, grandma ass (she was like 37 or something, trying to hang with middle schoolers. I love her, but Puff did her right by cutting her loose). And the new girls are hot in all kind of ways. Dancing, singing. It’s a good show. And Puff’s in it. And he’s like my idol (“Rev, I’m a freak. Do you think if we get married, we’re gonna lose that?” Ah, hilarious!).
Mess is crazy. I need to be doing work. And now folks will know things about me. Ponder this mess. Hey, you know, only my friends read this shit anyway, so you already know. But it’s kinda funny to admit, that yes, I watch America’s Next Top Model. Shit is hot and you can’t deny it.
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