dear anyone listening,
i’m sick to fucking death of commercials.
especially the ones where a reasonably pretty wife is asking her less than averagely attractive husband if she can spend their money on something arguably unnecessary.
this scenario followed by and overweight undereducated husband forgetting an anniversary and jokingly giving his adoring wife the pack of beer he just picked up makes me want to put a shotgun in my mouth.
maybe i should stop watching the food network.
[bobbly flay throw down is in the process of being classified as an addiction. as we speak.]
-a
