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Tuesday, May. 24, 2005|11:07 p.m.
As I was walking back from the laundry room in my apartment about ten minutes ago, I heard something strange.The walls and doors in my apartment complex are pretty thin - so as you walk down the hall, you can hear the song or show that every person is listening to.
Tonight though, I didn't hear music. I didn't hear a TV show either. I heard a woman's blood curdling scream. Quite frankly, it scared the shit out of me.
I took a second to compose myself before I knocked on the door to see if the woman was okay. Thank goodness I did - because as I was about to knock, she screamed again. Only this time there were words...
"FUCK ME HARDER GOD DAMN IT!!!" is what I heard.
I decided that she was going to be fine, and went back to my apartment to finish reading all of my favorite diaryland journal entries from today.
(As a side note, damn it, when you don't log onto diaryland for a few days, the journal entries really pile up!)
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My friend Bob sent me an email this morning with a problem.
He couldn't decide if he should watch 'Rob and Amber's wedding,' or 'Britney and Kevin: Chaotic' at 9:00 tonight. In the end, he decided he'd much rather shoot himself.
With that being the best TV has to offer during May sweeps, I don't blame him. What in the hell happened to good TV?
I was somewhat annoyed that TV executives really thought so little of the American public, then I stopped to fill up my car with gas this evening... There was a sign on the door read as follows:
Perhaps the TV folks know who the target audience is after all.