Baby fell asleep last night, so considering the time and the lack of my evening dinner consumption, I grabbed some spicy rice and curry and headed to the attic for some mindless television acquiring. I ended up watching part of
Keeping up with the Kardashians. I have not really followed this group of self-deluded unbalanced rich egotistical plastic surgery nightmare television family for some time. I was under the impression that maybe
E had finally decide to pull their reality show and put something else with higher quality standards in its place, to compete with
VH1's high end quality show about the l
ooser who lives in his parents basement and needs a mommy figure to be is money bags. Apparently not, as one of the Kardashians, the cuter one, is pregnant with some drunk assholes baby, Kim still has a big ass and an even bigger ego, and other sister is still married and not mentionable. Bruce Jenner, oh Bruce, you still look like you were attacked by a group of wild flying rabid Prairie dogs and they attempted to repair your face. Then there is the mother, who is there to make sure her family runs normally (
not) and to keep a tight creepy grip on both the finances and her family's careers, or lack there of. Also mommy Kardashian looks like she has suffered a similar fate as Bruce, in the facial category.
Needless to say, just about the time I was about to loose all brain function from watching this show...in other words, ten minutes of my life had been devoted to it...Baby woke up. In the end I saved my brain cells and got some snuggling baby time in the glider. The Kardashians were sentenced to the darken TV screen, most likely, now forever. Watching their family antics, is like finding an old, originally owned and chewed by
Jimmy Hoffa, piece of gum under a Subway seat in New York City and then chewing the hardened flavorless blob. Yep, disgusting.
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