OK because I clearly have so many readers (yeah, you can tell by the three people that actually comment…), I thought I would drive the remainder away by letting you in on some of my dank, dark little secrets. Oh, I can be high and mighty at times, but underneath that confident, witty exterior lurks the following:

I love reality TV.

Yes, I do. Australian Idol, Big Brother, all of them. A new series of Big Brother just started here, and immediately one of the contestants struck me as EXTREMELY hot. He’s a country boy, you know, and on his bio piece they had him riding a galloping horse in slow-motion, bare chested, smiling his million-dollar smile. Well last night he ‘fessed up. He’s gay. He WAS too good to be true. I was devastated, although not as devastated as the girl who’s been trying to crack on to him since the first day.

I eat chicken livers.

Love ‘em, fried up with garlic and onion, with mashed potatoes and peas on the side. Totally yummy. I eat any type of patè, except the seafood ones (cuz they aren’t REALLY patè), but I draw the line at eating any other animal’s liver fried up or cooked in any other way.

I haven’t cleaned my oven in 12 months.

and that’s all I’m gonna say about that. Seriously, do I have to give a reason?

When I’m stuck for content, I post absolute crap.

This post proves it.

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