I'm not proud that I watch the X Factor, but nonetheless I watch it anyway. I'm sure a high proportion of you also feel this way about the love child of Simon Cowell but I'm also vaguely sure that we all watch it to see the freaks. You know the acts I mean, the balding 40 year old man who still things he can make it, or the act who insults the talent of the woman judging her. These are the people we watch it to see, the bad acts, once all the auditions are over and we are left with only the people who can actually sing it gets a tad boring. Although by that stage I feel compelled to see it through to the end having watched that much of it already.
New topic! Not related to a television talent contest. This paragraph is going to be about pyjamas. Despite the fact it is almost 4pm and will be past 4pm by the time I post this, I am still wearing my "pjs". This is also something I'm not proud of, but hey I loom classy in my pjs. They are your standard traditional button up jammies and I feel that they are perfectly acceptable to be worn around my house. Obviously if we had guests I would get dressed but as we don't I won't. I'm a maverick like that. Maverickal in such minor ways, wearing Christmas socks in august or drinking 4 pints of diet coke. Or starting my sentence with the word "Or" despite that being grammatically incorrect. I'm such a maverick I'm going to end this blog halfway through my next sentence. I'm just going to stop typ
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