I cut my hair. There is something so theraputic about cutting your own
hair. I feel refreshed and renewed. But as I sit here watching I love
NY, and I can't help but laugh at what our society has come to. This
is what we will be left with if the Writer's Strike continues. It
scares me to think what our society might cone to without great
literature. When I watch a show, aside from my favorite actress or
actor I pay attention to the words spoken: the superior writing.
Grey's and Ugly Betty are ranked highest with me. If you had a hard
copy of the scripts you'd understand the workthat goes on behind the
scenes. I love NY is soo gross, reminds me of improv TV on ghetto
crack. Tailor Made is a bastard. Wise is so raggedy looking hood rat,
and all the rest of them is a hott mess. I don't even have words. And
they act like NY is such a classy girl, and she's really not. She
looks like a drag queen.
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