In the grocery store, people were looking at me. Did I walk out my door without pants? I worry about that. I glanced down and saw my running shorts. But maybe I hallucinated running shorts and I was naked in the store. The answer: people glared because my iPod was fully blasted to Marilyn Manson, my hero of Bowling for Columbine. My name is Dish and I'm an obnoxious iPod user. The bottom line is I need therapy which is why I watched In Treatment starring omnisexyIrishman Gabriel Byrne. His first patient has a major case of transference. I totally get that. If Gabriel were my shrink, I'd be climbing all over him like a bad rash. He doesn't talk--just asks a question or two ("And then what happened?"), which makes me think: I could be a shrink, too. Just as long as I can prescribe myself meds, no one takes my Cheetos and I can still plays with my iPods!
3 comments:
One of the funniest ones yet, thank you. I love both JJs and Dish's blogs but think that in addition you should have a joint one. More fun for the fans. One possible name is "Rant and Roll."
Me thinks the folks were staring out of sheer lust and desire. You have seen a mirror, I trust? Dish is phenomenal and deserves to be ogled furtively and frequently. Should one pass on that opportunity, one would be missing out on something extraordinary.
Aw...thanks, you guys.
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