Tuesday, May 13, 2008
So last night after I got home from work (and went grocery shopping) I was making dinner, you know? Well, Roommate had the TV on as she is wont to do and for some reason which I cannot fathom she decided to watch
The Bachelor. Well, apparently it was the season finale or something like that because he had to decide between the last two girls and pick one to marry (I've never actually watched this show before, so what I tell you is based solely on last night's observation).
The longer I watched this show, the more angry I became with this guy for being a jerkface and with the girls for letting him be a jerkface. Finally I got up from the couch (my dinner was in the oven), calmly walked over to my butterfly chair, grabbed the pillow from it, and threw the pillow at the TV.
I actually did feel better afterwards, but I think I would have felt even
better if I could have thrown the TV itself off the "balcony." Alas, the consequences for that are more than I can afford.
