Ok, well, I think Heather's the only one who ever checks this anymore, so, hi Heather.

I guess I just needed to write something out that I can't say right now.

Ok, so yucky day at work. Nothing eventful, but yucky. Then I come home to find on tv one of those shows about solving crimes. Patricia Arquette. I don't know the name. The theme on this week is something about a pervert who keeps two girls locked in his basement. They're beat up, bruised, and bleeding, and he comes down and takes one of them. I didn't stay long enough to watch. Mom and Dad didn't excuse it, said it wasn't fun, but that they needed closure. Why?! Why even start it once you've seen where it's going?! I can't do it! Anything like that. Why do we watch movies like The Cell and Saw? What is our sick fascination with the psychotic perversion of a criminals mind? And why in the world do we find it entertaining??!!!!! Why do they make them? They wouldn't make them if we didn't watch them. But we do. Over and over again. That's why Saw (what is it, 4?) came out. I guess people think of it as the mystery, the chase, the police aspect of finding the bad guy and making things better. But why does it have to go there? Why do they have to dwell on rapes, child abuse, and the twisted demented side of crime? Isn't there enough of that in reality? Somewhere out there, right now, at this very instant, that is happening to someone. A child is being kidnapped, a young girl is being murdered. And we watch it on tv, for fun.

I hate tv.