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So, after three hours of trying to read about law yesterday, I gave up, as per schedule, to watch Veronica Mars. In case anyone cares, I will swear that Terence Cook is being framed, but I'm sure he's doing something that will break Keith's heart.
Watching Veronica Mars involves a certain amount of stepping carefully away from the books, and flomping on the couch, so I was already there, really, like a recovering addict at his dealer's favorite corner, when Jesse (pinned down by our elder cat) flipped the channel to Bravo, where the hands-down gayest human being I have ever seen was holding forth on food. This man was so gay that his tie probably had its own townhouse in San Francisco. When that man dies, he will be judged, and some recording angel will hold that tie up in front of him and chastise him for abusing fashion so horribly. They will probably also bring up offenses in the categories of snobbery and cattiness. He was a vile little tea sandwich of a man, and it was moderately fabulous television. I can't believe I didn't know before. It's a really good thing I didn't note the channel number here, because I am never allowed to tune in again, not until I finish reading about law for good, because otherwise, I will never do anything else.
Watching Veronica Mars involves a certain amount of stepping carefully away from the books, and flomping on the couch, so I was already there, really, like a recovering addict at his dealer's favorite corner, when Jesse (pinned down by our elder cat) flipped the channel to Bravo, where the hands-down gayest human being I have ever seen was holding forth on food. This man was so gay that his tie probably had its own townhouse in San Francisco. When that man dies, he will be judged, and some recording angel will hold that tie up in front of him and chastise him for abusing fashion so horribly. They will probably also bring up offenses in the categories of snobbery and cattiness. He was a vile little tea sandwich of a man, and it was moderately fabulous television. I can't believe I didn't know before. It's a really good thing I didn't note the channel number here, because I am never allowed to tune in again, not until I finish reading about law for good, because otherwise, I will never do anything else.
