Too sexy, baby.

The truth hurts. At least for this less-sexy-than-me soap. I mean, it's sexy and all, but not as sexy as moi. In fact, looking around, I'm a little too sexy for my surroundings, and I'm not just saying that because I'm sitting on a scratch-and-dent sofa from IKEA and staring at a box of stale Sugar Smacks and a stack of still-frozen waffles. But I am watching Scooby Doo so that does sex it up a smidge.