Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke

I don't have a whole lot of amazingness to show for myself.

147. Mar. 17: I watched The Real Housewives of New York City on the night it airs.

As in, I've never watched an episode before the night it premieres, only in re-runs. Real Housewives of NYC is my guilty pleasure that I actually don't feel guilty in the slightest for liking. It's not like Housewives of OC or Atlanta. They're really trashy. New York is actually a lot classier. I mean come on, half the season takes place in the Hamptons. I don't mind most of the women on it, either. Except for LuAnn, she is the greatest charlatan to ever walk this earth. But the point is, I don't feel lame for liking it.


This might interest a small crowd. I found it while I was feeling homesick for Crow Wing this afternoon. Beth Gauper wrote it, so obviously it's from the first hand perspective. This warm weather is about the time every year I start to get really antsy..