I Disgust Myself

Technically I just failed my attempt to post on a daily basis. However, since I have not gone to bed yet, then it’s not really tomorrow, so I can still post for today. Make sense?

Allow me to elaborate on why I disgust myself. Today, the computer started to get slow again, and rather than sit here and wait it out, I decided to entertain myself with some light television. As we discussed the other day, tv has really gone down hill. Today I found myself watching 3 hours of VH1 The Fabulous Life Of…

I got sucked in because the first one was the Fabulous Life of The Red Carpet. Did you know that at all red carpet events, the guests get goody bags? Not just any goody bag though, they are full of thousands of dollars worth of stuff, and there are goody rooms, where the guests just walk in and “shop”. So yeah, I got sucked in because this was all new to me. So there I was, hardly able to contain my excitement for when I’m famous and next thing you know, another one was on. This one was not nearly as exciting. It was the Fabulous Life of Posh Pop Stars. Again, like watching Kourtney and Khloe, I just could not bring myself to turn away. Apparently Miley Cyrus is bringing in almost 200 million a year in Hannah Montana merchandise and other related sells. By this point I was feeling ill. I’ve realized that whenever I’m watching a reality show like that, there is a little voice of reason that keeps popping in and reminding me that I have more constructive things to do with my time. Despite this nagging little voice, I still always manage to let 3 hours sneak up on me and then I feel regret. It’s a lot like eating that second and then third hot dog. Really? I only need one hot dog, but sometimes I just want a second because they taste good, and inevitably, regret follows. Third hot dog, you say. Well, sometimes I make bad decisions. What?
By the time the third episode came on, I was ready to be done with it, but the topic was on something that sparked my attention: insane entourages. Are y’all ready for this? I need a Glam Squad! What!! Tell me why J-Lo rolls like 60 deep, and half of them are just to make sure she is always looking good. Do you really need that many people? I was thinking more along the lines of 4, like in Entourage. Realistically though, I think I need my 2 publicists, my chef, my stylist, my good vibe technician – oh, that reminds me, Mariah Carey has someone who collects kittens and places them in her dressing room! Out of control! I don’t need one of those on staff. I’ll be fine with like 10 people.