Yup, I'm a TIVO whore...when my husband goes out of town, I sit in front of the idiot box watching endless drivel. No commercials! But all that means is that I watch even more bad TV, compressed into more intense blocks. MUST...KILL...TV.
Thank goodness for N., who has concert and party invites. Hooray for Bastille Day! Now I must practice my three non-obscene French words. Bon Nuit.
About Me
- ScubaonMars
- Portland, OR, United States
- Sofa-lounger extraordinaire and owner of a bright pink wetsuit, I love French food, miniature Dutch towns, and all-American barbecue. I carry a portable rope ladder at all times to escape from staff meetings. I love SEC football, and own lots of Gator gear, even though orange isn't my color.
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The other night, Lou likened watching TV to an addiction, and said he was happy to have kicked it. And I rather bitterly said, "So, where does that leave me? As the junkie girlfriend whom you turned on to TV and then abandoned to her habit?" So, TiVo whore, the TiVo junkie salutes you!
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