Wow, so much to talk about, but I'm not entirely in the mood. I had an emotional roller coaster of a night ...probably uterus related, but whatever. So, here we go - let's get talking about THE most random shit ever in no particular order.

First off, I've been downloading songs that I haven't heard in FOREVER, and I've been loving every minute of it. I think it's been connecting me with the me of many years before, which leaves you feeling simultaneously connected and disconnected. Hard to explain. Not in the mood to explain it. Wilson Philips' second CD...I was so obsessed with it whenever it came out, which was I think 8th grade maybe. God, those harmonies...well, they're pretty straight-forward, but STILL. I liked them.

Love or Money - BOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG...the guy is lame, the girls are lame. When they tear up the million dollar check, am I supposed to give a fuck? They make it seem so, but I simply do not. The checks are glowing like they're fucking gold bricks. No, like the suitcase of Marsellus's soul in Pulp Fiction. And those girls who are all about milking their last seconds on camera, "It wasn't meant to be mine," and all those goddamn tears?? Ugh, not entertaining enough for me.

Fame - okay, now I think the kids on this show are ten times better looking, ten times more talented than the AI kids. I think they are out of control talented, but it's got a budget of about $4.50 and it doesn't have Simon, so Fame will never match up, which is RIDICULOUS because, I mean, LOOK at these people. Look at Joshua Grayson, and then look at even the rejects of fame. No comparison. Fame kids are crazy. I mean, they can all sing their asses off, AND they can dance. Give me an AI who can do that. But, I can't get into another one of these shows, so I can tell right now that I will not be following up every week to see what happens. I just can't do it. I can only take so many shows on my plate, and it's full for now.

The Real World 13: Paris. I was told it would take two full seasons before you could let go of your grip and watch the show with no resentment. I don't know who told me that, but they were right. Watching Paris is like watching it before I ever even auditioned for New York. It's just a show on TV like any other, which makes me REALLY want to comment on it and give my opinion, but I don't think I can...at least not without serious consideration so not to give these kids any more shit than they'll be getting from the rest of y'all out there. I don't mind giving a few first impressions though...at least the positive ones. I like Leah. I don't know the girl, but she seemed real normal and real cool. And the poor thing pulled a Lori - chasing around a boy in episode one, deeming herself the rejected one forever connected with this Ace guy. Hey, she could have just thought he was cute for five days and BAM...she's that girl. Hey, I feel for her. I am curious about all that ass-biting. I mean, it came up like nine times. In the bar, then it actually happened, then her friend suggested it. Must be a personal joke, but strange, isn't it?

I don't really understand the editing of this episode. I'm sorry, but how long are we supposed to think they've known each other by the end of the hour? This did NOT all happen in day one, but isn't episode one supposed to all seem like day one because we're JUST meeting these people? Instead, within this one hour, Adam meets Mallory, is attracted, likes her, loves her, wants to marry her, is feeling they don't have a connection, is pretty sure she doesn't like him, realizes she never will, starts to resent her, hates her, yells at her, and then projects his feelings of inadequacy on Leah. Am I wrong? Too fucking much.

Also, again, let me reiterate that I don't want to be attacking anyone here, but I'm sorry, Adam is just dead wrong about Leah. ANNOUNCING that she could never "get a guy like Ace"??? First off, why not? She cute, has personality, beat out over 40,000 people to get a spot in that house, so she HAS to be interesting or articulate enough. And what the hell is so great about Ace that he's top notch and only a few special women in this world could land him? I'm not saying there is anything wrong with him, but I don't think anyone in that house is out of anyone's league, if you ask me.

Yeah, so best house and best job ever, so yes, I will be jealous and hate them for it. Normal looking kids, relatable, entertaining. I fully plan on enjoying a season of the Real World for the first time in like 5 years. New Orleans I was too stressed because it was when I was auditioning. New York...well, obviously it wasn't simple enjoyment. Chicago was too personal to me, Vegas was...just not my style, so now Paris...Yay Paris.

God, I'm so fucking tired. What else can I say here...

Don't you hate it when someone thinks they know something about you that you don't, and they keep disagreeing with you when they shouldn't? Okay, I took a Pilates class yesterday with my sister, and here's my problem, my lower back does not round. I danced my whole upbringing, and even with all those dance classes, with all that ballet shit I had to do, I could NOT round out my lower back. Why? Because that's the way I am built. It's better than a hunchback. I'm fine with having a flat back. But now, this Pilates instructor thinks she can fix it. Everyone's telling me that I can stretch it out, that I just need to get more air between the vertebrea...and I'm nodding along because I'm not going to get into a fight with her right there and then, but I'm thinking, "Lady, this is my back. And it's not like I've been sitting at a desk for 10 years...I've been working my back, and this is how it's shaped." But she keeps insisting. So, there's this move where you lie on your back, then roll up to sit position without lifting your feet off the ground. The whole class does it...but me, because I cannot round my lower back, so I'm rolling, and then there's this just flat part that can't round, so I can't get up without just punching up. She, along with other people in the class, tell me it's because my abs are not strong enough to lift me up, and maybe if I work on them, I can do it. Okay, I'm not going to get all conceited on you, but my abs are good. They have shape, they are rock solid, I have plenty a strength in my center to lift myself. I'm looking around the room thinking, "Okay, so what you're telling me is that 15 year old string bean chick in the corner, that 45 year old slightly over-weight woman, and that 63 year old crinkled man ALL have stronger abs than me? Really? No, I have a flat back. I got over it, so should you."

Okay, I'm passing out on my keyboard. I have to go. Have a good night all. Wish me luck making money this weekend.