Divine InnerBitchin’

I’ve purchased three of these in the past two weeks; one for my daughter, one for my best friend, and one for me.

What a bargain. True. It’s not the top of the line model, but it gets the job done, and now, having tried it, I’m seriously considering a permanent installation unit.

A couple of hundred channels, most uninterrupted by commercials, representing every genre of music from Billie Holiday to Hank Williams and everything in between, and talk show variety from Snoop Dogg to Fox News to Air America.

All for the modest price of $12.95 per month.

I highly recommend that you get one of your own, and suggest Wal Mart as the seller of choice: $75-79 at every store I shopped…$48 at Wal Mart.

Happy listening.

I am so confused.

A few weeks ago, when surfing late night cable for porn, I came across a show I’d never seen before, ‘The L Word’. At first glance, a rather steamy glimpse of the show, I settled in for what appeared to be freebie lesbian action.

Now, it appears that I’ve bitten off more than I can chew, because in the past week, I have become convinced I am a lesbian.

And, no.

I’ve never had sex with a woman.

I’ve never even kissed a woman.

But, now, after catching a glimpse of the character Marina, I am ready to switch sides.

And, apparently, I am not the only one who has become entranced by the oh-too-sultry Karina Lombard.

Damnit! This is gonna make giving those self-righteous, morally superior, lectures of mine a bit awkward.

Of course, I’m not gonna let that stop me, now am I?