Oprah is awesome

OMG! Oprah’s making her way to Singapore. For real, prime time slot too. Huzzah! I have an unnatural love for Oprah and Dr. Phil. Thanks to Oprah and her Book Club, I read A Million Little Pieces. It was awesome. Not even because the man is a master of metaphor or anything like that. It was just straightforward and insane. Drugs will mess you up, basically, and I like all stories about drug addiction. I especially love documentaries on crystal meth when the addicts start taking VCRs apart and shit. I’ll never understand it. Don’t you need that VCR to pawn for your next fix? Addiction makes people crazy. I know for a fact that I have an addictive personality so I stay away from crack and other evils like Twinkies and chocolate covered pretzels and entire boxes of Oreo O’s and any artificial fruit snacks for children. I’ll just eat it up until it’s gone and then look in the mirror at my pooch and say “damn you” to myself.

In addendum, Nickel and Dimed: On (Not) Getting By in America is also stellar. Why? Because there’s a part of me that enjoys the rush of getting pissed off about inequality. Enjoy is probably not the right word, but I always feel like I might be smarter having read an essay or a book written by an activist or someone that gives a shit about something important. Not that my other interests (vintage accessories and America’s Next Top Model) are unimportant, but a girl can have range, dammit.