No subtext to that title. I really do. I do really weird shit because I know that no one will come home and catch me. I’m really not even sure I can talk about it on wordpress, because in truth I only skimmed through the content guidelines, and I don’t want to risk it. What I will do however, is give you a little insight into what my days consist of when I’m not working.

10am- Awake briefly to close the window. It’s too cold.
11am- My phone rings. It’s the regular ringtone, so I decide it’s not worth answering.
12pm- Finally wake up. Turn on the telly.

(I’d like to take a moment and personally thank MTV and VH1 for constantly showing re-runs of ANTM. I eat that shit up)

1pm- Flip between Meerkat Manor (adorable) and ANTM. Same difference really.
2pm- Flip between Meerkat Manor (still adorable) and ANTM. Still similar.
3pm- Re-heat some stir-fry from last night.

This is where shit gets weird, because one of the first things that left when my roommates did was my understanding of how food works. Suddenly I’m mixing, and crunching, and combining things that shouldn’t be mixed, crunched or combined. I decided it would really be a great idea to use my stir-fry as dip for my potato chips, and hey- maybe it would be a swell idea to inhale a dab of ranch with each bite. Disgusting? A little, but I when you’re alone, and no one is judging you, you think what the hey.

4pm- Made an orange juice and vodka. Began looking up recipes that involve alcohol.

Um. So as you can see I accomplish a shit ton on the weekends. To be fair, all that tv watching was mixed in with a lot of youtubing, facebook stalking and blog reading.

I’d like to say that all this is somehow creating an atmosphere of self-discovery, but I’d be lying.

If you haven’t been watching the bad girls club this season, you’ve been missing out. Probably one of the most underrated reality series on television. I mean, it’s everything you want in a reality series, without all the pretentiousness of all those other shows. It doesn’t promise redemption, or learning, or growth or any of that shit, it just gives us the good shit. They put a bunch of socially deficient women in a house and gives them a lot of money and booze. COME ON. How can you not see the brilliance of that? They don’t even try to hide the fact that they’re shoving a bunch of mildly psychotic, alcoholics together into a house, because you know the Real World does that. It’s like, “oooh, let’s watch a bunch of people learn to coexist.” Who really watches the Real World to see that. They want to see the crazies unleashed. And that’s why I love the Bad Girls Club. Because it doesn’t pretend to be anything but.

Girls. Each one of you is a star.