I have a
The Real Housewives of… addiction. And not just an addiction to one. To
all of them. I tell my husband it’s my attempt to shut down my writer’s brain using mindless TV, but that’s a lie. I want to watch the fights, judge their recent plastic surgeries, watch them ugly cry so I can laugh, see what they’re wearing… All of it. Some people are addicted to alcohol and cigarettes, I’m addicted to drama.
I will stop everything I’m doing to make all the little red numbers go away on my iPhon...
Published on March 01, 2013 06:00