Tostitos, Wife-Swapping, and Drag Queens

So yesterday when I got off of work, instead of returning those pants to Urban Outfitters, or even stopping by the cleaners on the way home to see about getting that shirt altered, I came straight home and proceeded to consume four pounds of Tostitos and salsa. Ok, that's an exaggeration, but I ate a lot of it, partly because I accidently poured too much salsa into a Tupperware bowl, and felt like I was obligated to finish it. Carmin came in to find me sitting on the sofa with very unflattering posture, gorging. Atleast I wasn't resting the bowl of salsa on my stomach, so I've held pride on that. I was just so hungry, felt like my sugar dropped or something. Probably the post-Starbucks crash. That's why I had decided to eat something that took no prep time whatsoever, I literally sat my purse down, flipped on Judge Judy, and got to eating. I dosed off sometime later, woke up to the mild-mannered sounds of BBC World News, and decided to give my digestive system a challenge. I had a little of that coffee hazelnut ice cream (so cheap, but such great quality.). Didn't feel anything even suggesting conflict, leading me to believe sometimes maybe it's psychological whether food or combinations of foods don't agree with me. Felt rather like a pig, however, when Project Runway was on, I had three pretzel rods. Damn it!! I can't for the life of me understand how when I am not in work, I can go the whole day, or damn near the whole day, not only without eating--- and functioning just fine, but not even thinking about it--- not being consumed by the need to stuff my gob, as it were. Another pyschological thing, must be. Who knows, though, I may be dying now, so I may lose all kinds of weight. As much as I want to, I don't want to lose it that way.

Anyways, last night was incredibly lazy, all television all night. With the exceptions of Trading Spouses (or Wife Swap, I can never tell which is which. They're both the same except one has both sets of parents meet eachother at the end, and the other just has the wives.) and Project Runway, television sucked. I'm feeling like Project Runway is phoning it in this season. I mean, it's the last one on Bravo, so it should be a big deal, but the challenges have been uninspired, or reguritated from previous seasons at best. It feels forced, either like they are trying TOO hard, and it's just not genuine, or they just can't be bothered. Even last night's challenge, design an outfit for a drag queen, which was a cool idea, had its moments, but was kind of blah, and this was one of the better episodes this season. There is so much rubbish on. MTV2 actually had music videos on the guide listing, but what that equated to was one shitty video from a shitty band flanked by ten minutes of fucking commercials (oh, there was that MTV News thing about a new Brandy single--- when did SHE become relevant?--- prompting Carmin to quip that Brandy is, in fact, Pocohantas' mummy, which I thought was a perfect summation.). The other gem of the evening was that it would be more appopriate to refer to television nowadays as "The Quandry Box."

I decided to turn in, but not before having to get introduced to the characters on Queer As Folk, which she's now been watching, perplexed but intrigued. Seriously, where are the gay people with boring lives? Surely there aren't REALLY flashing lights and house music ALL the time if you're gay.

Trying to go to Urban after work. That should take up the whole evening, driving downtown at rush hour. I suppose I won't get my laundry done then. I will be glad to see Nick later. The Wind-up has it's Public Domain movies tonight, but Fletcher's is doing an Underground-esque night now, too, which I wouldn't mind checkng out, either. Drinks are probably cheaper at The Wind-up, though.