I have some rather dreadful news.
I'm developing an addiction to the Christopher Lowell Show. For those that don't know, Mr. Lowell is an interior decorator in LA. In some ways, this show appeals to me like Iron Chef does: they are both entertaining, like train wrecks.
And we love that.
I just can't picture you as fabulous darling, really.
I really don't like the Man Show. Perhaps because I have already been 14 years old, the humor doesn't seem as fresh to me as it did then.
Jingling titties, who'd a thunk it?
Besides, my unemployment affords me a lot of time to really explore my creative side.
Two snaps in Z-formation!