who am i?

...that's the question i asked as i found myself loving the hbo sitcom, 'lucky louie.' it's an nc-17 'roseanne' with a male protagonist, and i loves it! i read some scathing reviews of it and avoided it as a result, but when one is having back trouble and must lay for long amounts of time flat on the floor, one needs television to ease the pain and keep one from gnawing off one's arm in frustration. so i caught up with a few epsidoes on hbo on demand and found myself laughing in spite of myself. one word of warning, however---it's probably the most non-PC show on tv. lots of words tossed around, like 'fag' and that really awful word that starts with 'c' and ends with 't' (and i don't mean 'cat')--though tossed around to very comic effect. anyway, you've been warned.

in other news: oy, my back! i've been plagued with a strange back/leg pain for the last month that is defying diagnosis, so i am getting a firsthand look at what a bubblin' crock of shit our healthcare system actually is. i'll throw a rant your way sometime in the near future -- for now, i must grab a bag of frozen peas to use as a poultice on my tender joints. unfortunately, it can't be all glamour all the time 'round here, as hard as it may be to believe.

ps---could 'project runway 3' be any better? i feel the fog of pain lifting just from thinking about the deliciousness that is angela getting her hands on yet another rosette tonight!