Survivor is having its BEST SEASON EVER. Russell and Parvati have executed maneuvers you'd have to see to believe.
I can watch a marathon of America's Next Top Model even though I've seen the whole damn season six times before.
Two And A Half Men and The New Adventures of Old Christine make good sleeping pills. (Don't know why, cuz I actually enjoy both shows.)
DVR is everything people kept telling me it was.
Chelsea Lately (aka Chelsea Handler) gets away with saying stuff NO ONE else says on TV. (P.S. For some reason, her relationship with Chuy kinda gives me the creeps.)
The Housewives of (fill in the city here) are ample proof that money doesn't buy happiness...or class (I'm looking at YOU, Countess)...and that age and maturity don't necessarily go hand-in-hand.
Dancing With The Stars has a pacing problem. Can't watch.
American Idol still grabs me, although it's lacking the wow factor this year.
Desperate Housewives gets better and better.
Sad but true. I need Tiger in my televised golf tournaments.
TMZ's Harry Levin hit gold with his creation, but for some reason I wouldn't be surprised to see him show up as the unwitting participant on To Catch A Predator.
I could watch Bravo 24/7, reruns and all. (Does this make me gay??)
Project Runway was better before it went to Lifetime.
HBO has given up its "original series" dominance to Showtime.
Must. Get. Showtime. (So I can watch the Altered States of Tara more often.)
Of all the reality shows, I think I'd do best on Big Brother but Amazing Race looks like a lot more fun.
Those Jersey people should be put out of OUR misery.
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