September 7, 2004

Our cable is the suck.

How the hell am I supposed to be able to call myself a radical homosexual imposing my agenda upon the sweet and innocent youth of our nation without Bravo telling me what to wear, think, sit, watch, eat, cook, and breathe?

Also, how am I supposed to cultivate my crush on the lovely Allison Janney if I can't watch the 4 daily reruns of West Wing?

Excuse me, but I think I have to go make out with a girl now.
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.