Just a reminder that my inability to keep my real life, i.e. work/travel obligations, apart from my fantasy life, i.e. I’m so wealthy that I can write about The Bachelor or American Idol or whatever in a timely fashion without concern for basic necessities . . . and, oh boy, this has now become a run-on sentence that is making no sense.
In other words, I’m busy. I missed the Finale. I’ll watch when I get home later this week. I’ll write about it. You’ll care less than usual because it’s old news. You’ll appreciate my dogged, if misguided loyalty to you and the show. [cue up Journey’s Faithfully]
P.S. I miss My Girl Bekah.