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Confession Mondays

I decided I need to purge a bit of all that is evil about myself.

*blink* *blink*

Okay, so MAYBE a bit melodramatic, but I thought it might be fun to throw out a confession about myself every Monday so that everyone else who is struggling with Monday can feel just a little better about themselves.

See? Aren't I nice? Taking one for the team on Mondays.

So, quick and dirty, here it goes.

Since buying the upgraded HD cable package, I watch WAY too much TLC.

Cake Boss. Yes to the Dress. Little People Big World. 300 kids and Counting. Geckos that can't Climb.

If D is studying, I am sneaking some shows about people's lives. And there are SOOO MANY of these shows. They even branch out from TLC - the National Geographic channel is constantly playing Dog Whisperer. I knew I was also in trouble on the weekend when I was giddy about another show on the NG channel (cause that's what you call it when you watch it more than 5 hours a week) called Dog Rescue Ink or something like that.

IMAGINE A WORLD WHERE YOU CAN COMBINE TATOOED MEN SAVING ANIMALS??? IS THERE ANYTHING MORE TV WORTHY??

So, I'm not sure if this helping or hurting my current mindstate. I will say the fascinating characters often spark some creative juices .. who wouldn't be intrigued by little chocolatiers? cause you know THEY'RE LITTLE and that makes it all the more, oh I don't know EXPLOITABLE!!

Oh yes, the exploitable bit..I would say A&E is king of that game. Hoarders? Horaders Super Duper? Hoarders Extreme? INTERVENTION? "Here is some programming that lets you into the most intimate moment of someone's life ... when its ALL crashing down for them. And....ACTION!"

But I lap it up people. D has taken to making fun of the amount of reality I'm allowing into my life.

So I confess it. I'm becoming a reality junkie. And I'm still not quite sure how I feel about that. Maybe I should go see Stacy and Clinton to see if it's something to do with the sweatpants I wear at my desk every day.

Until next Monday, I hope that made you feel better.

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