One More

Originally posted February 19, 2007 on "Allison Wonderland"


Hey, I can post as much as I want tonight- it's back to No-Computerland tomorrow, the crappiest place on Earth. Well, not the crappiest, but the tremors sure do suck when the withdrawal comes on...

I almost forgot to mention the fact that I watched another TV show that makes me feel all skeezy just remembering it. My Super Sweet 16, brought to you by the culture-enriching, educational channel known as MTV. In case you haven't seen it, here's the premise: the camera crew follows a spoiled-rotten rich girl around as she plans her "sweet 16" party, intimidates her friends, whines her parents into submission, and generally makes everyone's lives a living hell so she can get the party of her dreams- and then she spends the party on the verge of having a coronary because she's scared soimething will go wrong.

This one episode I watched (and there will NOT be any more) was about a girl who, long story short, got a $300,000 party, complete with a fire-breather, little people dressed as court jesters, and DVD invitations. She intimidated and bullied her friends, who were learning to dance to be in her "royal court," and she decided who not to invite based on the fact that "her hair is crunchy," or "Her pants totally looked like they were eating her ass." I nearly vomited. What a spoiled bitch! Oh, and the party wasn't her present. Her present was that she gets to spend a semester studying in France; I can only assume that her parents will be thrilled to be rid of her. Maybe they hope she'll elope with some poor sucker who doesn't understand English, and who finds foreign-language hissy-fits endearing. That would be sweeeeet.