The internet is a magical place.
You guys, I am SO pissed.
You guys, I am 98% serious when I say that I think I found my true calling: I want to be a professor/scholar/something academic of reality tv and popular culture. The thoughts that I have while watching these shows (and I’m not just talking Real Housewives, even though right now I am talking Real Housewives) are so intricate, high-level, and deeply connected to so many other shows/books/events/etc. I genuinely think that I could make a life out of this, and one that is maybe even rewarding on some intellectual level. The fact that I do my best ‘work’ while stoned out of my gourd will present certain challenges (mainly communicative), but I’m confident that I can overcome/embrace that.
So, how do I do this?
I’m experiencing a manic sort of mood right now. Not sure if it’s just proximity to weekend or a frozen-yogurt & toppings-related sugar rush, but I just had to force myself to slowly back away from writing my boyfriend a crazy-long (but upbeat!) email about my feelings and how I’m doing my best to make life better (for me, for him, for whoever) but that sometimes some things are out of our control and so on and so forth and anyways the point is that I stopped my racing brain for like 10 seconds and imagined a tiny Adrienne Maloof on my desk saying “You’re having a nervous breakdown.”
That’s all. No commentary, just that fun story about me!
p.s. I have not made a conscious decision to blog solely about the Beverly Hills housewives, but…it might happen. Probably not. But maybe.
Last night I took some NyQuil before bedtime (because The Noodle is sick and I like to take the ‘You Jump, I Jump’ approach to illness) and had the crazy-amazingest dreams! They were 50% Thrones and 50% Housewives… and 100% incredible.
I’m just going to leave these two pictures here. Make of them what you will.
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