It's Friday, I'm in Love

with guilty pleasures. It's pretty much the only kind of pleasure I get these days, unless you count eating Betty Crocker icing out of a can. Anyhoo, I realize that everyone has different ideas about what constitutes something of "guilty pleasure" status, and that I just might ruffle some feathers, but bite me. I care about a lot of things, but not this.

In no particular order:

Chili's: I will make fun of you to your face if you suggest that this shithole is worth frequenting. I will call you uncultured and accuse of having retarded tastebuds. Secretly, I will order an Awesome Blossom™ in my mind.

Diet Dr. Pepper: These days, in spite of claiming "I don't drink soda" (ok, also, I really say Coke now that I'm back home. Soda is for the North.), I drink about a case of this stuff every three days.

Work Out: This "reality" TV show on Bravo is one of its worst, right up there with "Shear Genius." The "trainers" are vapid attention whores who never break a sweat unless it's because they're doing each other or are drunk. But I love them. Mostly Jesse, though.

Egg Rolls: I could eat a pile of them at any given time. They are stuffed with cabbage and unidentifiable meat remnants. Gross. Delicious.

Harry Potter Franchise: This one could be controversial, but I feel like I'm too old to be so into this stuff. Yeah, I've pre-ordered my copy of the last book. Watching the new movie on July 13 just might be my first solitary movie-going experience, but I will stop at nothing to see the next installment.

Maroon 5: Adam Levine is adorable! He looks like he'd fit in my pocket and sings like a poor man's Stevie Wonder.

Notting Hill: I will stop everything that I am doing to watch this movie, no matter what channel it's on, no matter when it's on. It's the chief reason I'm haven't achieved many of my goals. I once was applying to med school, but then NH came on USA. Then there was that time I was studying for the LSAT and it was on HBO.

Blogging: An exercise in narcissism on a scale I had not yet participated. I am addicted. I wish you were. Addicted to my blog.

Buying novels in the grocery store check out line: I know better. I should be at a local book shop picking up Michael Chabon's latest. Instead, I just picked up Robert B. Parker's latest, a pack of gum, tampons and Diet Dr. Pepper at Super Target. Did I mention I'm single?

Red Eye on Fox: I find myself staying up till one in the morning to watch this train wreck. I just can't help myself. Last night, David Hauslaib (of Jossip) was contributing. Combining gossip blogs with a snarky pop culture show makes my heart sing. Even if it is on Fox.