I want to write something, since I swore I will regularly blog again even if there are days when it hurts, like now. Not heartsick hurt; more like the way it hurts when you try to extract water from cracked soil. There's nothing here.
It's one of those days when I can't process anything, even the shallowness of showbiz talk shows and the seemingly life and death situations they're always in. I notice the host's ever increasing girth, this person who is considered the ugly twin. Sucks to be one, especially when you're considered identical.
I switch to the rival channel, and these reality show winners are being interviewed and the girl is so loud I can't stand it. No one ever thought of enrolling her in a personality development school? She sure could use it.
Now switching to Cinema One. Oh hey, Angel Locsin and Piolo Pascual. I like them both but not together, sorry. And it's set in the outback where everything is dry, like their chemistry. I don't think having sex inside a stable is enjoyable, much less sanitary.
Switch back to the showbiz talk show, where a young actress denies being rushed to the emergency room because she and actor boyfriend was stuck together, in a dirty way that requires medical attention. I think the medical term is vaginismus, and it's anyone's worst nightmare.
I've heard about the issue from friends even before it came out in the media, but as a blind item and no names were ever mentioned. We had fun guessing who it was because no clue were ever given, except that they're a well-known showbiz couple. Then the next day there it was on the Internet. Then I lost interest. Like now. The interview was totally walang kwenta.
I'll just eat ice cream. Maybe the world will change.
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