And then came the paparazzi

So, this evening (after I chucked rage because I had only gotten 3 kills in half an hour of MW3 gameplay), Kalei stole the TV to watch a show. Not just any over-commercialized gossip garbage, but something which is decidedly close to Jersey Shore in terms of depravity: something with the Kardashian sisters. My god.

Yes, you do like kittens. And in fact, I highly doubt that there's much more going through your head at any time... I'll be honest, the only things I know and ever needed to know about her is the "things longer than..." meme. And I firmly believe my knowledge was unnecessarily extended.

So, what did I see while firing up my Death Machine of complaints and criticisms (and pretzel bits with high velocity)? Basically, lots of not-quite-sex, consumerist lifestyle choices, and just general blondeness. I still rate that whole marriage was a celebrity stunt. They always are... Kalei was like, "Beyoncé [who had incidentally come on during a capitalist commercial break] is like my role model. She's not just a stuck-up bitch, she actually goes and donates money and helps children in Africa". Oh yeah, pull the Brangelina/Bangladesh baby card, because the only reasons they do it is to: a) ease off the guilt of last night's party, b) get more money because now they're even more popular, and c) because their managers say it will look good for their image.

Eventually, after rat-tat-tatting abuse blindly at the monitor, Kalei kicked me out of the room so she could continue invading Kim's privacy in peace. God, how I would hate to have cameramen in my life! I was asked what was actually wrong with it. To be perfectly honest, I'm not too sure at the moment, it just feels wrong. "Go-od, they're making out with the camera in their face! And it's not even like a movie or anything!"... Well, I know for a fact what I'd be doing ifwhen I'm rich and famous and the paparazzi somehow manage to get past my electric fence moat pit thing, and that's sitting at my window with a Barrett .50 (thanks CoD for extending my weapons knowledge!), and proud of it! Especially if they wanted to turn me into a reality-show bimbo.

That boom mike ain't getting near my house!

I think I've already had a huge rant about capitalism and celebrityism... but god, does the invasion of privacy really get to me! As a left-winger, I do kinda believe in a less strict attitude, but only if you're the government. And as far as I am aware, Kimmy, you are not the president of anything. No matter how hardcore you think you are.

She's not even that attractive. Guys claim "nice ass" but what's the point of even wishing? I mean, can we not put "tangibility" as a criterion these days? Well, I don't think she's worth all the fuzz either way. Can I have my ex back instead, please? But because it's just silly putting a picture of her in under these circumstances, here's a true sex bob-omb for y'all to gape at. ^kraaaw!^ Canadian lumberjack, hells yeah.

As you can tell, I'm making the most of these final days in the Great White North. Such as hurling abuse at stupid (consumerist) TV shows...