Anyway, moving through the channels on the TV, I stumble on Millionaire Matchmaker on Bravo. What's her name, who owns it, arranged a mixer for this rich guy with a dozen women. There they were, all done up and dolled up and lined up, in training to become Real Housewives of Wherever.
I looked at them and thought, "Damn, am I gay!"
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Looking at such packaged women, who even put their own psyches into such packaging, I too could say "Damn, I must be gay too!" ... O but elsewhere, here and there in everyday life, I see womengirls who make me realize I'm "straight" once I emerge from the dream state they send me into.
Also: your mood seems to have improved since yeasterday.
Also: your mood seems to have improved since yesterday.
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