more cushion for the pushin
having been an avid tv watcher my whole life, coping with my cable-less apartment has been a rather trying task. much to my chagrin the WB has become my new best friend during these hard times, maybe in some way to satisfy that part of me that resents my parents for banning from my viewing repertoire such "filth" as 90210, melrose place, and even in my teens: dawson's creek. (but allowing films with full frontal nudity and fuck, shit, bitch beginning in my toddler years?)
my utter hatred of commercials still prevails, and because the WB comes in its pants at any opportunity to run a five minute string of them, i am forced to surf the six other channels for anything non-committal and remotely entertaining.
i've noticed a common, somewhat perplexing theme (a phenomenon much like the motherless children of disney) amongst prime-time family oriented sitcoms.
what the hell's up with all the "husky" jovial husbands and thin uptight wives?! they're everywhere you flip! there's even a paunchy irishman paired with a lean marge gunderson type??? if this doesn't call for furrowed brows, then i don't know what does!
oddly enough i'm growing increasingly attracted to this type of guy. i've begun seeking out my own king of queens to wrap my arms around just enough to where my fingertips flirt with the idea of touching, to cook big elaborate meals for, and of course, to make me laugh and smile to no avail. :)
aahhh
chunky is the new sexy.