I fucking hate commercials. Now I need to point out, I'm referring to those galloping aggravations on television. I hate, hate, hate them. I am a man with usually a one track mind. It's why I'm having problems with writing my book this month. I hate having to break it up into daily, short, inputs. I want to sit down on Monday and type through until the bleeding tale is done.
Commercials turn me into a freak. Now, here's the further evidence I'm a freak.
Commercials do actually work. Even I, when entertained by a decent show or commercial, like the good ones they attached to a movie--I'm sucked right in. I cannot help thinking I'm trying to avoid them because I am such a sucker.
I keep thinking that I am not a slave to American buying machine. But look at me, I am all about commercialism. Cannot leave the house with a Mickey Mouse coporate logo. Starbuck's is fantastic. McDonald's chicken is decent!
Is there any escape?
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I suppose there is ome truth in this-some belief that people who like certain things like other certain things equally. It would make sense....
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Really? Is there any more fitting way to end this? I mean, for reals, "Z?" Of course, for me, it's going to be zombies. ...
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