Hi, everyone! Hope this finds your year off to a roaring start!
(And sorry I've been sort of MIA lately. Been having some computer issues. Which sort of made my love life issues pale in comparison, if you can believe it.)
Anyhooo... everything's been pretty much SSDD over in these parts. That is, until the premiere of The Bachelor last nite.
What. The. Hell. Is. Wrong. With. Those. Girls.
I'll be the first to admit that I haven't religiously watched this show in recent seasons, but I certainly don't remember the bachelorettes being as ridic as they were last nite.
Seriously, if I ever get down on myself again for being single, please remind me that at least I'm not as batshit crazy as most of those chics. For realz.
Telling the bachelor (a pilot) that he could land his plane on your landing strip?!?!?
Grabbing his arms and asking if he had a permit for those guns?!?!?
Bringing a basket of "parting gifts" for the other girls?!?!?
Whoa. If TV were smell-o-vision, that show would have reeked of desperation.
What do you think? Were last nite's batch of girls more kooky than ever, or am I imagining it?