“Pumpin’ your fist…”

So I guess I should say, “Welcome…”, right?  This is the result of boredom, venting, thoughts, and most importantly: pure hard pound gibberish.  See, I got home from “work” on Dec. 20th, and will return to “work” on Feb. 1st, so in that time (and during and beyond) I guess I’ll “blog” about anything and everything.  With that being said, the first order of business…

…Reality shows.  I’ve been a frequent of such shows (as of late) like The Bad Girls Club, Tool Academy, (sometimes) True Life, Cribs, and now the ever instigating: Jersey Shore.  Of course, these shows are entertaining, ‘cause who wouldn’t want to watch a bunch of fuckBAGS act like, well, fuckBAGS?  At the same time, why is tv/media/etc making shitPILES like Pauly D, The fucking Situation, and even Tila Tequila famous for being lame?  Seriously, what is “DJ PAULY D” gonna be famous for, taking 25 minutes to style his hair?  Tanning?  Pounding his fist, fighting the beat?  Maybe I’m just jealous of the upper body strength, the tan, and the eyebrows, ‘cause maybe if I did have those things (amongst other things) I’d have a broad like Snooki.  Hehehe.