Ooops, I was supposed to be gone now.

[out_there]

Cooked pasta (yes, I know this only involves putting a pot of water on to boil and emptying a packet into said pot, waiting twenty minutes and then adding a sauce, but it's more co-ordination than I usually have in the mornings) and I'm listening to Triple J. The last song? Hadn't heard it before and the line that kept being repeated was "Sometimes I wake up with your dick in my hand". *shrugs* Suddenly even my morning music is smutty.

Hannah has pointed out a freaky WW similarity. It's amusing me greatly.

MissWindy points out why reality television is the spawn of the devil killing off my genre shows. Damn, I remember a few years ago thinking that reality TV was bad for programmed shows, but also being pretty sure it was just a fad caused by the rumoured organised strike of writers and actors in hollywood. These days, I'm glad my main obsession has already been killed by network execs and is always waiting for me on DVD.