Monday Morning Threesome

Even as a little girl I was obsessed with Pop Culture.  I remember buying People Magazine when I was 8 years old.


I'm not sure how my obsession started.  I was born this way.  Just ask Lady Gaga.


Maybe its because there was a lack of anything glamorous in my life.


No, I didn't grow up with a car motor and toilet in my front yard.


But, I grew up with only three television channels.


Gasp.


And one was CBC. So that didn't really count for anything but the news. And Degrassi.


Damn it, I loved Degrassi. Like, loved, loved, loved Degrassi. I even wrote the creators a letter to see how I could be on the show.  No one returned my letter. Which is bullshit, because I even used a scented envelope.

I also loved Entertainment Tonight.  It was on every night at 6:30 p.m. And, I used to hate that baseball practice was always at 7:00 p.m.  Damn farm kids.


This was my fix.


It used to piss me off that I had to ride my bike 6 blocks and miss the Birthday's at the end of Entertainment Tonight.  I was so good at guessing the Birthday's.


What bugged me the most about my three television channels was that there was no rhyme or reason to when the "cool shows" aired.  A "cool show" would be something I saw in a magazine or something Mary Hart had told me about on Entertainment Tonight.  I would FR-EAK OUT when a "cool show" came on.


Absolutely FR-EAK OUT!


The Thursday t.v guide was hardly ever right. I remember discovering that 21 Jump Street was on at 4 p.m. on a Sunday afternoon.


Really?

I have to be honest. I wasn't a huge fan of the show. But, I thought I was supposed to be, so therefore I became one. I started to love Johnny Depp.  Not as much as I loved Kirk Cameron and Michael J. Fox. I'm a wholesome girl. 

But, I was very curious about Johnny Depp's hair and eyeliner.  

What was that all about?  

And his jewellery?

Very interesting.

If you follow me on twitter (hint, hint) you will know that I absolutely loved the movie remake. 

I went to look at Channing Tatum, but when I left, I was all about that little chubby Jonah Hill. 

Or maybe both.  At the same time.


Bring it boys.


I can handle it.


Which reminds me, I frickn' loved the movie Threesome.  It just blew my sixteen year old mind.


I needed to get my ass to college.


And fast.

I would also like to recommend that you not "google" the word "threesome".  I was not really prepared to see what I saw.  Wow. It's 8:30 on a Monday Morning. That must be a porn searching record.