Makin' money. Any way I can.
I'm doing a market research panel tomorrow night. To prepare, I have to watch two CDs of video in advance.
I was braced. I thought I was braced - after all, I assured them I watched reality TV (what, Top Chef doesn't count?). But 4 minutes, 39 seconds into "The Braxtons," I am 100% positive that they can never pay me enough to make up for this much squandered oxygen.
Holy god, two CDs of this.
I would rather wade through chest-high piles of mouse poop-coated piles of mildewed junk in a lightless, un-air conditioned deceased hoarder's house with a flashlight clamped in my teeth than watch another minute of this show. I know this for true, as that's how I spent my Saturday.
More later, assuming I survive.
I was braced. I thought I was braced - after all, I assured them I watched reality TV (what, Top Chef doesn't count?). But 4 minutes, 39 seconds into "The Braxtons," I am 100% positive that they can never pay me enough to make up for this much squandered oxygen.
Holy god, two CDs of this.
I would rather wade through chest-high piles of mouse poop-coated piles of mildewed junk in a lightless, un-air conditioned deceased hoarder's house with a flashlight clamped in my teeth than watch another minute of this show. I know this for true, as that's how I spent my Saturday.
More later, assuming I survive.