There was a lovely moment when she turned on a tape her sister had made that her daughter had brought home and she was alone. She started singing along, to herself, meaningfully, purposefully. She stood alone in the kitchen at attention and sang, quietly, gently, softly, in a cracking voice that was a little too high. But it was beautiful and pathetic and sad and perfect and it brought tears to my eyes. What an incredible show. Every episode, I cry at least once. I have to figure out how they do it.

Oh, and I wanted to keep a comment I left for someone who has a stalker who is intent on ruining any diary experience they might have, as well as dig up whatever information they can to try to slur their name and hurt them.

" Jeebus, where do these people come from? Mars? Are these the same people that watch Sally Jesse Raphael and Montel and Maury and fuck the list goes on every day because their own lives haven't got enough lowest common denominator drama in them that they need to a) watch other crap to feel less alone in the world, b) make crap up to be entertained because if they stop for a second to look at the real life around them it's so fucking terrible and depressing and lame and uneventful and un-impactful that they'll have to break into their large collection of shotguns and semi-automatic hunting rifles and end their meaningless, useless, perpetually dull and trivial lives right then and there, c) indulge in blowing other people's hardships up into big deals so that their own life troubles don't seem so bad? I'd love to blame it on middle america, but Alberta's probably just as bad, if not worse. I'm just thankful I grew up in BC. It's like the rest of the world are fucking ALIENS. Really."

And this is how I feel. People are so disappointed with themselves and their lives that they will do anything, ANYTHING to take the attention off of themselves and on to someone else for even two seconds. It makes me angry. Everyone loves to know dirt on other people so that their own dirt looks cleaner.