Not like TV

[trinityofone]

How can my life be so surreal, and yet so boring? This morning as I was walking to work, I actually saw a guy applying Axe Body Spray as he strolled down Santa Monica Boulevard; shockingly, it did not make me want to rip off my bra, throw myself on his skinny emo-boy frame, and ravish him. Also, it smelled appallingly like women's perfume—really floral. Okaaaaay...

And now, in an hour, I have to interview Kim Raver, who was Jack Bauer's love interest on 24 (which I keep calling ER in my head, and god, please don't let me do that in the actual interview) and who's now starring in The Nine with my cousin, Tim Daly. And they have, like, UST and stuff. Which I am supposed to ask her about. Which makes me, hmm, just a little uncomfortable? Y'know? And so I am sitting here, listening to Duran Duran and having a panic attack. I hate my life.

Seriously. I already know that the highlight of my day is going to be that there's a new House tonight. There is something very wrong here.

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[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Yes, either my brother or my dad would be considerably worse. I only pray that if this show becomes a big hit, there is never any slash written for it.

we gotta take the highlights where we find 'em.

I normally do believe that people should take pleasure from whatever they can, and that definitely includes TV. But I'm so passive in everything I take pleasure from—books, TV, movies, even LJ...and where does that leave me?