i'm postponing packing for my trip to la (please don't let anything weird happen on my flight).

so that means A-- and i are watching the bachelor. already it's pissing us off. he asked 4 women to set up his room - and they actually did it. like, no one actually had the presence of mind to refuse. jeezus. (A-- just farted.) what's an A-game and whoever thinks a date to a private brandy concert has been watching too much WB.

A's word to the nekkid bachelorette in the kitchen: don't be near my food naked. (A-- farted again. 'hey, i'm sorry, i'm sorry!! i had two cups of steamed broccoli, cauliflower - rabe!!')

[commercial break] you know what's so maddening about this stupid show? it's like the women on it haven't learned anything from past seasons. they're still stupid. they're still giving women everywhere a bad name. they are still as empty as socks on a floor. they are utterly useless...wow...crazy filipina girl confession. what's with the tears?? their little rustic cabin looks like something on the General Hospital set. hee.

i can't take it anymore. i gotta pack.