Eeeeeek!
Sitting here this evening, watching TV with my folks (they're visiting me for a couple of weeks from the great commonwealth of Pennsylvania) earlier this evening. I don't know what they're watching because I was on the phone with the boyfriend in the other room—he wanted to hear my voice before he went to bed (awwwww)—talking about about the opening of an unexpected door. When I came back in to the room at the back of the house, they were watching something called Extreme Makeover.
Have you seen this freakshow of a freak show, with freaks being significantly surgically altered to look less freakish, becoming, in essence, more freakish with their new plasticine, hyper-normal façades? If there had been a drinking game where we all took a sip of beer every time Skippy shuddered, I and my folks would be plastered right now. Plaster! Fake chins! Laser dermal regeneration! Ahhhhhh!
I'm going to have nightmares tonight, feeling a little squiffy (despite tea-totalling) and a LOT mawkish.
On the other hand, there's a bit of solace in knowing I'm not hermetically jaded.
Naaah, i'm just gonna have fuckin' freak-ass nightmares.