Saturday, March 17, 2007

Dear Saturday Night Live,

I can't imagine that it's easy to write a whole show every week, but if you insist on having my favorite damn band in the world as your musical guest, the least you could do is make the damn skits between Snow Patrol's performances tolerable. I mean, I've given up on expecting you to be funny, but does the writing really need to cause me to lose the will to live? Really? Please get that looked at, okay?

Thanks!

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I'm not one of those people who gets excited about parades, I just don't get what all of the fuss is about or why people go so far out of their way to get up at the buttcrack of dawn to go sit on a curb somewhere and wave to marching bands, but the parade today was kind of amazing. And you would be surprised at the way people react to a bunch of girls on a float - seriously, we had beads thrown at us (for whatever reason, you're not allowed to throw anything off of the float, but it's apparently okay for people to wing stuff at us), we had fresh biscuits offered to us, we had kisses blown to us, we had cat calls, we heard "OMIGOD, I love you!" and at least one guy pulled up his shirt. It was sort of surreal... in sort of a good way... but it still made me come home and hide under a blanket on the couch for the rest of the day.

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