last night, jeff and i were lying in bed watching the news. seeing as how we live only a short jaunt from the mecca of stardom and celebrities, generally newscasts include a short blurb of the latest ongoings in that town.
the big story of the night was paris hilton and boyfriend. somehow a run in with cops and paparazzi was creating quite a commotion.
jeff, in disgust, turns the tv off mid story.
"why do people care so much? why is this state so consumed with this stuff? it drives me crazy!"
my response:
"well, this is where it all happens. it makes money. this stuff sells. even your co-workers carry their US and STAR magazines around like scripture. it’s sad, but true."
jeff: "it bugs. let’s go to bed."
cherie: "yeah." as i sit there too guilty to admit that i almost told him to turn the tv back on. 🙂
