Here it is 12:09 pm and I haven’t blogged yet. What am I doing?
Watching 90210 reruns. (The original, not the new remake.) The Soap channel has reruns on at 11:00 and noon during the week (it’s on other times and during the weekend, as well, but I limit myself to the consecutive mid-weekday run).
I just can’t quit this show. I tell myself I’ll put it on for background noise and to give myself a two-hour block for writing, but really I sit here and admire Dylan and his high-waisted jeans.
I know I’m in the minority, but I love the high-waisted jeans and really, really want them to come back. So much sexier than the baggy things guys wear today, with their asscracks hanging out. I don’t care how hot you are, I don’t want to see the crack of your ass unless an orgasm’s on the table.
Okay, gotta run–this is the one where Dylan’s going to rehab because his heroin addiction almost killed Donna.