What a fun day it was yesterday! First the earthquake, then the “snow day” feeling, then I went up to Seattle and watched Temptation Island with Molly, who will be coming down to Olympia on Friday to visit Andreas and I [insert giggles in a loud crescendo, then clamp hand over mouth and look around to see if anyone heard]. Then I headed over to Scott’s.

Temptation Island was a vile disappointment. Shannon, who I was convinced would get rid of the smarmy, nasty Andy, instead professed her love. Then Billy and Mandy, who couldn’t meet eachother’s eyes, professed their desire to “never do this again” and spend the rest of their lives together (these are the people who still live with THEIR PARENTS, folks), and then there was Kaya (twinkling greasily, as usual) and Valerie “I hated every minute of it and made my dates miserable,” who ALSO professed their love and walked away from “bonfire” in eachother’s arms. What is this crap? Supposedly Andy proposed to Shannon a few minutes later, and everyone lived happily ever after. What crap! And no hot singles at all, just a lot of emotional hoo-ha and Mark Walberg jacking off on a stump. Barf. (You can read another review of the sorry-ass show here. Sheer brilliance. A sampling: “Tonight — here — they will make their most important choice: whether to continue their lives together as couples, or leave Temptation Island alone.” “Leave me alone,” we can almost hear the island praying.)