I’ve never seen Sex and the City.
I don’t know the characters’ names on Sex and the City.
I don’t know which neighborhood(s) the characters live in.
I don’t care what neighborhood(s) they live in.
I don’t know the characters’ shoe sizes or measurements.
I will never watch Sex and the City.
I am wearing jeans today and a black blouse.
I don’t give a shit about Sex and the City.
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So you're really a guy?
xoxo
Sue
funny you should ask. I've been thinking about it. That way I could marry myself and have a samish-sex marriage, which would kind of cancel itself out, statistically anyway.
I wish I could say the same thing.
i didn't think it possible, but i love you even more. i'm with you 100% on this. okay, more like 98% because i've seen bits of an episode-- actually the same bits every time i visit my mom and flip channels. but, not a full episode. wtf with this show, anyhow?!
sarah jane, your confession is good for my soul!
p.s.: you should come on back to the 30s.
My wife loves SITC and I hate it with a passion. We've worked out that it's best for me to leave the room and do some writing when she's watching it because of my compulsive heckling. The arrangement works out pretty well actually.
"I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book." - Groucho Marx
Good for you--and I feel the same way about american idol and many other super shows!
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