Confession: VH1 Reality Show Addict

Admitting you have a problem is the first step toward recovering, right?  What if you don’t want to get better?

It’s been almost a week since our satellite was turned back on (old mean neighbor man cut down the tree finally!), and I have since been filling my mind with trashy tales of tanorexic love.

Rock of Love Bus is like a train wreck. An absolutely addictive train wreck with an abundance of silicone and eyeliner. Bret Michaels is an old man slut, who I’m convinced is 98% bald under that bandana, but these women just seem to think he’s the greatest thing since sliced bread. I don’t agree. I don’t get it. But I CAN’T LOOK AWAY.

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Zoolander called. He wants Blue Steel back.

What about Tough Love? It’s slightly less trashy, but just as addicting. The girls on this show are taught how not to be idiots when it comes to dating, in hopes of ending their bad luck streak with men. Half of the girls are absolutely ridiculous (especially Stasha, who I think could secretly be a man), but hey… I’m entertained!

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Hey dude. Popping your collar is so 2005.

What do you guys think?