I have a confession to make.....

No, not an earth-shattering "I was once a man" kind of confession. But, something I'm not that proud to admit, nonetheless.

I've been taping and watching 'my' soap opera again - Days of Our Lives. Yes, I've gotten THAT pathetic. Why I am admitting this to blogland, I don't know. I know it's completely mind-numbing TV, but if kids can watch Jackass and Spongebob then I can watch this godfuckingdammit. Every few years I pick up watching it again for a few months, just mildly curious what's going on in 'Salem.' Sadly, I get sucked in every time. I don't know how, I'm an intelligent woman after all!

I started watching it waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay back, in my earliest teenage years. Back in the days (for anyone who knows the show) when Bo and Hope were teenagers themselves. Funny thing is, they're STILL on the show! It's been literally been almost 25 years. Bo was hot then and he's still fucking hot now.



There's "Grandma Alice" - shit, she was old 25 years ago. But, she's still kickin. Shit, she's gotta be 90 years old or something.

But there's some funny things about soap operas that I've noticed:

1. Does anyone fucking work? They're all running around perfectly made up in designed clothes.

2. How come a soap opera couple has a baby, and one "real" year later the kid's all of a sudden 14?

3. Where DO they come up with these story lines? Poor, poor Marlena.... first possessed by the devil, then accused of being The Salem Stalker (catchy, aint it?), then to find out all the Salemites she supposedly murdered weren't dead at all, but made to look dead and secretly wisked off to "New Salem," an exact replicate of Salem erected on a tropical deserted island by none other then..... cue the dramatic music.... TONY DIMERA!