I was given the task of babysitting 6 plants this weekend. This means that I get to have TV for the weekend. This means that I have sat on my ass this entire afternoon watching MY SUPER SWEET SIXTEEN, quite possibly the most vapid television show known to man.

Let me give you a brief synopsis: wealthy 15 year-olds (i’m talking grossly wealthy) have party planners and personal dressers put together their ultimate Sweet 16 birthday party. The last one that I watched cost $140,000. That’s $20,000 more than my college education. Which I’ll be paying off FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. Often they scream at the parents when they can’t fit into a Betsey Johnson dress, bitch because the air conditioning is broken in the limo, and pout because no one is paying attention to them. It’s like watching a car accident.

Being rich must be AWESOME. Here’s hoping I can afford my rent this month.

Look at this bullcrap.

Why am I still watching it, you ask? BECAUSE I DON’T GOT NO CABLE AND IT’S EITHER THIS OR ANIMAL RESCUE LEAGUE. That’s why.

UPDATE!!
Some triplets had Sugarcult play at their Vegas themed birthday. For $40,000.