No? Oh. LOST season finale tonight tomorrow night. Whoo, no hoo. Hopefully we can add the hoo once it’s over. The new Real World/ Road Rules Challenge, “Fresh Meat,” isn’t doing it for me yet. I hate newbies. I want to see my old friends that I’ve grown up with, dammit. Top Chef isn’t on tonight, I guess it wraps up next week because it’s.not.Wednesday (note to self: get a clue). Man, I really want to see Harold take that one. Tiffani is a bitch, and she’s just like me, therefore I’m required to hate her. Doctor Who keeps on keeping on, and at the risk of sounding spoilery, DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT. Take characters I love, why don’t you. What do you care if I bawl my eyes out over the little guy. MY Doctor would have been better, I think.

It’s no secret that I hate much of society. Normally, I would teeter on the edge of embolism at the sight of a portable restroom being placed in my backyard. However, the Parks Authority has done just that, and I have proof. But in a strange turn of events, whenever I see it, I don’t see a Port-A-Potty, I see my very own TARDIS. Fandom or idiocy? You decide.

Early Summer colds are the worst. I figure that out of the 8 million people in NYC, I came home with the germs of at least 2/3 of them. Ugh.