Alternative Beginning to Biography

"It seems odd for a biography to be in the fiction sections, but they all seem false (pale) when compared to him. But he is a later chapter..."

TV stinks as ussual

So, I can't watch TV again. It doesn't want to make me happy. In a sense, I am starving. I have Ventures Brothers, and my boyfriend is shoving it down my throat thinking I like it. I do, but then again, it's too little. See, I'm hungry for TV, a good show, bleeding on my carpet, full of emotions. But there are commercials telling my soul will be separated between things I like and I am left unhappy. See, Fox and CW have gone gay. Everything I like, and I mean everything, is on Monday. I was once kind of excited for Monday, cause that was Gossip Girl, with a little sad, because Tuesday was split between House/Bones and One Tree Hill. But One Tree Hill had the same show on Wednesday, so I could wait. Then, One Tree went Monday, w/ GG and that work. I think some where there was that new show New Amsterdam, which was only against re-run of Gossip Girl. But then House and Bones moved there, b/c of American Idol. And the TV on CW is no longer re-runs, and so, now Monday is just a sad pile of junk, because everyone is going, 'yeah new episodes'. But all on the same time. I have no recorder, because I have built in recorder. So, I either watch one or the other. I choose GG last Monday, and caught the end of Bones. GG wasn't the best, but then Bones ending may have been a good show. But I am madder at Fox, because CW put themselves on Monday first. So I just want to hate them all, sit on my couch and say, scrue you all. I AM HUNGRY FOR GOOD TV AND YOU ALL SUCK!!!!!!
PS: "Dr. Orpheus: Greetings pumpkin, I am at Mr. Ventures lab to right that which is wrong and repair the torn curtain of time itself! There are four puddings in the fridge. You may enjoy the contents of one of them. Dinner at six."

Coffee Pots, Kettles and 1973

James Blunt, and crampy based flash backs remind me of so much, and almost makes me laugh. You know, it wasn't really just about the coffee-pot, actually it was nothing about coffee-pots. Maybe that was just a waste for a stupid side story. It was mostly just selfish, snotty, jealousy of people self shopping for the best darn clothing I can't purchase. Now, would only be a memory, like 1973, of Smoopys that should last forever. But, then again, is it not created that it is now only a memory.
Well, either way, can't sleep; can't love, nor hate; can't stop being jealous, with a stupid sigh in my soul. It was suppose to be a storyless, idea of a dream, where I was a step more perfect, and maybe danced with a beauty lost when you tried to with a star. Do those stupid stars even understand what it means to dance, with love and with feeling?
So, rumor asks, where is the kettle?

Someone Gives Forward

Help those who will become healthy,
Help those who will be kept alive for tomorrow,
Help those who will be made richer in spirit.
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Anniversaries

We know you miss Kurky, but if you look, we all miss the Pretender too.