I’m sitting in my office, slowly roasting to death. Yesterday I was freezing. Today I’m hot, humid and cranky. Plus, I don’t mean to be rude but my right nipple is itching like hell.
I suppose I shouldn’t tell you this but you need to understand that I’ve been unconsciously rubbing my nipple. I’m wearing a pink silk camisole and my desk is placed so that everyone walking past my door can see me either rubbing myself or checking myself to see if I have some sort of bug bite.
So I saw part of that Dateline pedophilia investigation last night. I don’t get it. Once you realized this was a being filmed for an investigatory program wouldn’t you walk out the house? Why would you sit there, eat a cookie and tell this reporter you’ve solicited sex with minors in several states? I’m not sure if it is defined as a form of mental illness but maybe there is a degree of mental instability in some of these men.
With the invention of DVR, I’ve been finding less and less programming to watch during the summer months. I know several channels are rolling out new reality television programs but I’m not a reality TV gal. I’ll occasionally watch a Trading Spouses or The Apprentice but other than that, I’m not a big fan.
I’m playing around with the On Demand channels now and catching up on movies we didn’t want to spend $10 for. We finally saw War of the Worlds with Tom Cruise and Batman Begins. Thumbs up for British Batman. Morgan Freeman, Michael Caine, Gary Oldman and the guy who will forever be the Empire of the Sun kid were fun to watch. War just didn’t grab me. I’ve decided that Dakota Fanning’s auditions for her movies consist of her screaming. “Thanks Dakota. You nailed it.”
The key element missing in War was empathy. I didn’t have any empathy for Tom Cruise and his family. His son was annoying. His daughter was annoying. He was annoying.
I’m picking up the 3rd season of scrubs to fill my time but if anyone has any movies or summer shows to recommend, pass them on.
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