infomercialmania

For an extended period of time I was a regular blogger on Myspace.  I deleted my account for various and sundry reasons but have terribly missed the outlet of the online journal.  I'm pretty sure it's narcissism thing.  So whomever you are, thanks for indulging my narcissism. 

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A small bit of insomnia might account for this blogtastic adventure, so we'll see how long this lasts.

So I was started in my sleep and woke up, approximately fifty-three minutes ago, to some unknown force-but it's the late night programming that's keeping me from drifting back to sleep.

A glorious selction of knives and the kimora-panty-line-free-body-shaper are seeming more and more attractive as the infomercials drag on.  I understand why these things only show at night, because no one with any daylight conciousness would buy this crap.  However, in a lucid world, somewhere between toothbrushing and REM cycles, they have convinced me that my life is incomplete without a bread knife.  

If I had a bottomless checking account, my collection already useless things (see-antique tennis rackets, endless collection of shoes) would soon be including a kimora-panty-line-free-body-shaper and about two dozen kitchen knives.

I shake my fists at the monetary gods for denying me of this materialistic pleasure.