I'd initially planned to compose a long, detailed post on the demise of another longtime favorite Manhattan institution last night, but the wife and I got somewhat inexplicably caught up watching three consecutive episodes of the surprisingly compelling (if astonishingly misogynist) "Rock of Love 2". I'll never get those three hours back now. And if moronic Daisy ends up winning (over 37 year old Amber, who really oughta know better), I'm going to have to destroy my television.
Damn you, VH1.
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