...then i'm that chick who never goes to church.
i'm finding it particularly difficult to read these days. don't ask me why. my brain automatically shuts off if it has to comprehend something more complex than "wheeee". i stare at the cover of my harpers magazine blankly, like i expect it to start dancing. this might be why i've been out of the blogosphere, because as wonderful and witty and charming and lovely as all my fellow bloggers are, the words refuse to fit together cohesively, instead they bounce around like teletubbies, only making sense by accident. blame it on the heat. and the fact that i've been watching days of our lives.
now, i understand that by admitting to this, i will probably lose a lot of readers. and a lot of respect. maybe even more so than shizzle the fag here. haha just kidding, he already knew this picture was going up anyway.
but you have to understand, that i am fully aware of the mind-boggling stupidity of soaps. the bad acting, the shamelessly lacklustre production, the plot twists that make no sense, the fact that they drag on with no real development for months on end. fully. fuckin. aware.
you should blame my mother for this. SHE is the one who got me hooked onto this crap, back when i was a kid and too young to know any better. and because i grew up with these characters, i feel like i *have* to keep up with their daily lives. i have to! there's an obligation here, don't you see!
it's horrible. i hate every aspect of its horribleness, but just like a coke addict, i can't give it up! i just can't.
be assured though, this won't last long. come september i'll be too busy running to classes and fulcrum meetings to give a shit about the belle/philip/sean love triangle. or whether or not mimi has finally told rex about her abortion. or marlena's pregnancy. or... fuck!
