If You Live in NYC, You're Too Nuts for "The Bachelor"

Incidentally, this is my choice for the winner of The Bachelor. Dish doesn't have a whole lot of experience watching The Bachelor (bahahaha) but even this blogger notices a trend. NYC contestants tend not to last. Their craziness stands out amidst the dulcet tones of fine southern ladies and perky nurses from the West coast. NY girls are too crazy, claustrophic/agoraphobic, manic and mal-adjusted. This may be a great city, but it f*cks you up big-time to the point where you can't stop with the rapid eye movement while in public places, you can barely hold a conversation without convulsions and hyperventilating is the norm.

Let's talk about me now.

Golden Globes this Sunday! TG is dying to watch. JK: he's watching Penis Bomb Patrol and I no longer exist. Our one-year wedding anniversary is a holiday this year. Dish is working on a meaningful gift, but will not hold a candle to the blue topaz earrings.

Congratulations to Breaking Bad's Aaron Paul who got engaged. I hope this show wins big at the Golden Globes. Having senior moment--TV is included, right? Oh God.