First of all, like crack, MTV is highly addictive. I spent all night Friday sipping gin and sprites, watching Laguna Beach. Then I slept for a few hours, woke up, still sprawled on my couch, and started to watch again. Even though I had tons of errands to run, a dog to feed and walk, and a beautiful sunny day to enjoy, I just couldn't pull myself away.
Often, people who are addicted to crack seem crazy. They walk around talking to themselves, and flailing their arms and shit. Well, I haven't sunk that low yet, but I've definitely been getting the crazy-cut-eye whenever I bring up episodes of My Super Sweet 16.
Also, people who are addicted to crack alienate friends and family. Likewise, MTV is about to destroy my social life, as I practically haven't left the house since they moved in to the Masonic temple at Yonge & Davenport.
Similarly, like crack, watching MTV supresses my appetite: 8th and Ocean marathons make me vow to never eat again.
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