...about my incessant watching of
The West Wing. Fear not. Tonight I caught up on
Shahs of Sunset with TG until he fell asleep during Resa and Adam's "seaglass" hunting and snacking on prepared exotic foods on the beach. Then I went back to Josiah Bartlett's announcing he was running for a second term even though he has MS. Stockard Channing is pisssed.
Now I regret missing the Grammys since I didn't see Justin Timberlake's
stylish return to performing. Chris Brown remaining seated when Frank Ocean won his award. Taylor Shift (oh god, I know that's not her name but I can't think of it)
singing that sourpuss song, dissing her British ex. J.Lo flashing her leg like Jolie, though I prefer my J.Lo in a sparkly flesh-toned body-stocking. I don't get why the leg flash
or The Highline in NYC is such a big frigging deal. More impressive is Katy Perry defying the CBS body-censoring memo with the unleashing of her glorious tatas in that awesome seafoam dress from American Apparel. I should have watched....
Out of
fear that TG will see how much sh*t I watch rage against the networks for scheduling my two must-sees at the same time, I'm not watching
The Bachelor or
RHoBH, which is why I'm writing this during the 8-10pm hour.
Oh wait: This just in--LeAnn got BANGS!!! I'm seeing
Jersey Boys for the 8th time on Wednesday (an accident!). And the pope resigned.
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