Lovely weather we're having

It's a nice day like this that I decided to have the air conditioner taken out of the window to be cleaned. That, and my super can replace the broken glass. My tax refund took forever and a day, so today was the day. It's all good though, since Dexter now has full frontal views of a lovely sparrow's nest. He's there now, in the spot where the A/C was, making tribal cat sounds. Tres amusant!



Let's see if anything goes down next weekend for K's birthday. I've been with K now for six years, and his birthday always falls during the week. It would be nice to raise a toast to surviving another year in Sky Rink, which can try anyone's patience.



It's going to be May, and am I ready? Sort of. Just the A/C I'm worried about. I'll most likely get hit with an 80 degree day and sweat to death. RD is once again doing the Apocalypso, which he defines as "the dance you do before your life ends." Today's boogie-down resulted from wiring up his fan in the Hooptie. Since he's down to one car (may the 'Vette rest in peace), this is a major addition.



And the tapes are out--Miss Arkansas can jump up and down at me finishing the championship footage. F1 worked. And now, I don't have to watch this stuff ever again. Never say never, I'm sure she'll complain about something.



Fired Trump-ette Omarosa, the latest reality contestant in need of Massive Midol, stormed off Jimmy Kimmel's show due to lie detector machine being on the stage. She demanded that it be taken off the stage during her interview despite that it was for an actual skit. Twenty-two minutes in, then she bolted. And now she's parlayed her 12 minutes of fame into a shampoo commercial. What scent could this be? The special Medusa formula? I don't believe I used Clairol Herbal Essence, and now I definitely won't. The more I look, the more I realize PB looks like Omarosa. The unhealthy attitude and sense of entitlement is there, too.



Reality tv is a poor excuse for the fact that no good television writing exists anymore. And as for the "Friends" finale, I say good riddance. I watched half of the first season and said 'big deal.' They're comparing this send-off to the end of

M*A*S*H and Cheers? PUuuuuhhhlease! The fucking end of Taxi had a better audience than what this is going to have.



I remember a guy named Brian who absolutely loved Jen Aniston. I don't get it. He also adored Sofia Coppola. Guess he had a thing for big noses. Either way, I won't be watching. If Omarosa should set foot on another talk show, I'd like to see what she does. Bratty snotrags that pull the race card deserve to be humiliated on late-night tv, as far as I'm concerned.