Hiya everybody! Welcome to KD's Page of Piss! This page has been made in total and utter boredom and as a result shall feature much nonsensical rambling about piss. Note - "piss" is my word of the current time, it does not refer to urine, or indeed the passing of it, but is merely a much-used word my my good self, and indeed means anything, everything, yet still nothing in particular. So anyway, what ramblings shall I subject you to first? Or would it now be second? Does the "piss" explanation count as a rambling? Hmmm... Anyway, I think I shall moan about ... *ponders* ... Boredom!! What's that about eh?!?! Who designed boredom?!?! Does it really serve a purpose in our lives? Other than to annoy and frustrate those of us with nothing to do, which I suppose is actually the origin of said boredom ... hmmm ... I am now bored of talking about boredom and shall as a result move onto another topic. Aynz is coming to bonny Cumbernauld on Monday!! Woohoo!! The girlies are going out on the Razzle Dazzle! A good girlies night out with my good KD self, Aynz, Kirsty S, Laura M and Laura M (they are indeed, 2 separate ppl). So Aynz is the odd one out bcoz she the only one with her name hehe. We getting glammed up, hitting the pub, getting sufficiently merry, then hitting the dance floor :) Aynz shall be introduced to the wonder of Blue Balls :) I was introduced myself by one, Stuart of the Tesco variety, last week at a work "woohoo, we got paid! Now lets go spend it getting pissed" night, and boy tiz good stuff! Vodka + RedBull + Blue Balls = merry KD. (scientific fact ya know!). So needless to say, Monday night, in all it's Bank Holiday (which means cheap drink offers!) glory, shall be a night to remember. Although we probably wont. Not unlike last week at aforementioned work night. I would now like to discuss with yourselves such programmes, if you would like to call them that, such as Pop Idol. I raise this subject as my motherly parental unit is currently watching American Pop Idol. There is a huge big black guy singing 'Flying Without Wings' of Westlife fame (a mate's dad once suggested that that song should be the theme tune for Always (a producer of'feminine products')). So it has came to my attention, in the past few years, just how many reality TV shows have we been subjected to? There has been 3 Big Brothers (and oh dear lord theres a 4th one coming soon!), the jungle thing, 2 (so-called) Celebrity jungle ones, Pop Stars (the joy that was HearSay eh? What a resounding success they were), Pop Idol, Pop Idol -The Rivals, any others? By my mathematical calculations that makes 10. 10! By my judgement, that is 8 too many! I shall admit to being rather addicted to Big Brother 1 (also had a mild-addiction to the 2nd one) and Pop Stars, but after that it just becomes too much! Soon there shall not be a single person in the country that has not appeared on a reality show in their bid for success. But you think it would be clear by now that there is no real success to be gained from participating in these shows, either as a contestant or a viewer. For the contestants their every move is scrutinised by the press and they usually come out no more famous or successful than when they came in. For the viewers, their minds become replaced by marshmallows with smarties stuck on top by melted chocolate, made by Brownies. This, I assure you, is not something which you would wish your mind to become, especially as made by Brownies, who are indeed a bunch of little messy, bitchy, madams who think they are 28 instead of 8 years of age. Oh dear lord. My mother has now tuned into, wait for it, American Celebrity Jungle. When will it end?!?! When will we be free from reality TV?!?! It has to end! Tesco is running out of marshmallows to sell to the mind-makers. I think I shall finish for now on that note. Keep Smilin' xKDx
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