My New BFF

I love this show. I'm not a big Paris fan, but... damn. I want to be her BFF. I want the makovers and the house and the diamonds and the clothes and the men... I want it all.

I guess being Paris's BFF is kinda like being in Oprah's audience on a good day. Or like... I don't know.


I need suggestions for a good reality show in which there's an overabundance of hot guys. Better yet, I need to meet a "hot" guy. Better yet, I need to meet a hot guy that I can like... eat sushi off of. I think that sounds more suggestive than its meant to be- I'm kind of craving sushi and I love guys that are... handy. Directions like "make me a table" could easily be translated into "take off your clothes and come in handy".

Again, that sounds far more suggestive than its meant to be. I'm only digging myself a hole here, though.

This isn't your mom's blog.

It's mine.

Unfortunately, I have nothing more interesting than that at this time.