Bad Nightmares

Alright, it's been about a month.  Well, Wawasworld has been having his annual writers block convention in his head, where nothing appears to fascinate me.  However, this year . ..  .it's been different.  This past month, I've been scarred by really bad images and nightmares.  Is it the fact that Bush won?  Is it that Pepsi has released a "Holiday Spice" flavored soda (and when you buy a soda in the market, make sure to look at the labels.  That's how I tasted this pimple to the face of soda history!)?  I don't think it's any of those things, actually.  It's more of these things that have bothered me in the past month:

1) Looking back, isn't The Golden Girls really disturbing?: One night, I get home from a show, and so I decide to unwind with a little television, and hey, look at that, it's the Golden Girls!  When I was younger, this show was actually kind of amusing.  Yep.  I said it.  I liked it, ok???  I've seen every episode .  .  . that's what happens when you have no life, but I digress.  I hadn't seen it in years, so why not?  And then this exchange happened between Rose and a Gentleman caller in a restaurant:

Rose: Who needs sex anyways?

Gentleman Caller: Right?

Rose: It's just two hot, sweaty bodies

Gentleman Caller: Writhing against each other

Rose: All Musty . .  .

Gentleman Caller: It's time Rose!

Rose: CHECK!

When you're 9 or 10, and you have no idea what's going on, sure, that's kind of charming .  .  . um . . . . ok, maybe not.  But when you're my age doesn't the thought of Betty White rubbing up against anyone kind of make you want to hurl?  And they say the Reagan was a kinder gentler time (cringe).  That's one thing that's bothering wawasworld.  . . here's the other

2) Tara Reid's Boob: I always kind of ignored her as a no-talent hack, who decided to get a boob job.  Hey, all the soon to be soft core porn stars are doing it!  But then, I saw the picture of her newly "enhanced" boob at some awards show.  You know the incident.  I don't need to rehash it here.  And now?  I can never look at her again in the same semi-fantasy way that I used to.  Dude, there is a big scar on her boob!  WTF?!?!?!  I saw the picture, and it her boob was hideous.  I decided to try a little experiment: I left my computer screen on, as I moved around the room . .  . and it worked!  THE SCAR FOLLOWS YOU AROUND THE ROOM LIKE THE EYES FROM A PAINTING ON A WALL!  Creepy . . . It felt like a Scooby Doo episode where you see the eyes peering out . . . (cringe)

And yes, these 2 things have taken up the last month of my life .  .  . ugh . . . it's my own prison. 

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[Sophia Petrillo]

Picture It:
Wawa, alone... friday night...
A bottle of Chianti and some lasagna... ok, a six pack of miller and a TV dinner (with the brownie dessert).

Picture it, Saturday night...see friday night.