Facebook is an interesting thing. While I am completely obsessed, I hate it. I check it at least three times a day. It is kinda like that joke that you have with a friend that no one else should know about, but then everyone finds out about it. It was once a fun thing that you and your friends shared. Then your parents got on. Well, mine didn't but some did.
If you are not watching The Real Housewives, you are missing out. Oh, the trainwreckage that this show is. My mind says no, but my heart says abso-freaking-lutely. I watch and laugh. It is only after seeing the insanity that these women call their lives that I love mine even more. I feel, dare I say it, normal. I'm content with being normal. To have Vicki freak out on me would make my life.
I'm kind of forcing this blog out tonight. If I'm your friend on Facebook, which no one is reading this, but oh well, read my random 25 facts. I enjoyed writing them down.
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