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.
Thursday, July 14, 2005
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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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