Discovering Masterchef

It was a dreary Monday night when I turned on my television during prime time, for the first time, in a very long time. Normally I am busy after dinner doing important things like hanging out on facebook or getting high scores on angry birds. On this night however, neither of those things were appealing to me, and quite frankly, I needed a dose of trash TV. A dose of filthy, disgusting, time whore telly.

I turned on Masterchef. I haven’t turned it off.

Well I have actually, because it only goes for an hour between 7-8pm, but suffice to say, I love it. The food leaves images of sugar plums dancing in my head… literally. I can taste the succulent, juicy meats and the crispy vegetables. I can taste the milky chocolate goo oozing from the cakes and the fruit compotes dripping down my tongue as they seep from all things sweet.

In addition to the food, it has the added elements of suspense, drama, friendships, and an adequate twist in every episode. Is it cooked properly? Are we going to get it out on time? Who will have a nervous breakdown today?

This is pure addictive brilliance. 

I'm pretty sure there is a white tip spider kingdom on my balcony.

So I am pretty sure there is a white tip spider kingdom on my balcony.

I'm not talking just one little spider hiding away, but I mean, those mother fuckers have built an entire kingdom out there. Theres webs all along the railings and there is a months worth of flies stuck in the web.

Every now and again I see legs poking out of the hole and once I saw a white tipped abdomen ripping open a bee. I got my binoculars out to take a closer look, because I don't want to go outside near it and one of the spiders has built this huge web right in the top corner. I think he might be the king.

Anyway, looks like I need to move house. What if they invade me? What if I get bitten? I could die. Moving seems like the only option.

At least it's raining today. Suckers.