Deconstructionalist Literary Diarrhea


Mischa’s brain gets mushy

I’m guessing my antics have caught up, and I’m now sick.  So what have I been doing all day to help remedy this situation? Reality TV.

I stayed home all day eating kimchee (sp?) soup, drinking green tea and watching the following:

1. The Janice Dickinson Modeling Agency MARATHON

2. A few episodes of The Bad Girls Club

3. and of course, I LOVE NEW YORK!

I cannot believe Oxygen and VH1 consumed my entire day, but I liked it! In the end, I’ve come to the conclusion that all of those bitchez are fucking crazy and have a screw loose in that head of theirs.  However, they’re clever, talk a lot of shit, and say the most hilarious things.  Well, I guess that only applies to I Love New York and JDMA.  The Bad Girls Club was comprised of strippers and bitter, angry women ready to shank some fools.

I also found this:

All I can say is “P3WNED!” or “PWNED!”  What the fuck does that even mean anyway? Its just called OWNED.