I whittle thousands of hours away re-freshing my facebook page. And thousands of hours watching reality TV. In an attempt to save my brain from becoming a pile of mush, like posting messages on Andy Cohen's wall, and 'liking" Joan River's QVC line, I am temporarily walking away from facebook. Craig is going to change my password for me. This Is It. I know I have a facebook addiction when I start clicking on "people you may know" -at lets say 9:30pm and then its 11:30pm and I'm still searching for people that I may know. The "people" that I am most interested in, are the guys I wish that I had known in high school. I had like a 1000 crushes tucked away all over Manhattan (and like two in Brooklyn) between the years of 1989 - 2003 (the crushes dwindled in my late twenties) I found one crush, that was really crazy, but cute, (of course, my type) and there he is posing on a fluffy rug with his wife and two kids.(I jotted down the photographer's name - nice pics) I almost wanted to post a message. Like "remember summer 1996 we met at such and such place...your family is beautiful" --- yeah its time to take a FB break.
I will have Craig post my blog for me and my fundraising link (I thought I'd plug that here too - any help is totally appreciated! nothing is too small)
After my facebook fast I will attempt a 30 Day Bravo Fast. But truthfully I am waiting to tune into the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. Especially now after the Russel tragedy which was shocking, jaw dropping news. What a horrible spectator I am. I always thought he was creepy but now I believe that he was just reacting to stress. Of course he left Taylor at Kyle's party. He was like in millions of dollars of debt and Taylor wants to dance the night away? He didn't feel like dancing, Taylor! Taylor must have known their financial woes, so why the 60K birthday party? It seems to me while Taylor was crying all over town about how Russel treated her, she was ignoring the fact that her hubby was in big trouble. She needed to stop keeping up with the Maloofs and start getting Real. And now it doesn't get more 'real" than suicide.
But if I am to stop watching Bravo TV...then I will have to find something else to do. I may attempt reading again even if I begin with Andy Cohen's memoir.