Rock of Chlamydia

(i had to google how to spell "Chlamydia"...i am just imagining andy seeing that in my internet history and being very, very concerned...)

so we were watching rock of love with old 46 year-old bret michaels tonight, and it got me thinking.

yes, watching a bullshit, godawful, melodramatic vh1 celebreality show had me seriously thinking about who i truly am inside and what my life's philosophy is...

this tends to happen with flavor or love too.

hear me out.

you watch these lame-ass girls who, mind you, are on national television. you watch how they interact, backstab, fight, lie, throw drinks at one another (if only this was something that only happened on tv...)and you, in your mind, pick favorites. don't lie, you know you do. whatever reality show you watch, and unless you are my cousin stephen i bet you watch SOME reality show, you decide who you like and who you hate. the shows we watch tend to be centered around an ex-musical legend and therefore there tends to be a lot of screaching girl-drama. especially on flavor of love.
oh, and on rock of love.

girls fake looking for love=a lot of screaming and insanity.

what am i saying???

oh yes. you watch the girls talk about each other and become fake friends to gain valuable gossip to sneak into the rocker's suite to rat them out and personally it makes me nervous...i have trust issues as it is, so imagining myself watching these shows back and hearing awful things that people said about me makes me feel actually sick in my stomach. and it makes you wonder if you are a good reality show star, or an evil reality show star.

just me?

so i was watching RoL tonite and there was a now-expected-las vegas meltdown (which was actually quite tame compared to the flavor of love girls but that's besides the point) because duck-faced daisy and her whiny-ass voice still lives in a one bedroom apartment with her supposedly ex boyfriend who looks like tommy lee and is named charles. and destiny, who may or may not be a groupie, thought they were friends and when she found out that daisy didn't think she was prettier then her, she freaked out and started screaming and throwing a tantrum on the pool table and there were a couple of drinks thrown but despite the rewinding of dVr about 7 times we're not really sure who threw what when but...uh. then bret got angry and his body guard actually said "why are you disrespecting bret like this?" which was just so silly to me...and there were 2 other girls sitting there, nice and quiet, taking the highroad, not being psychotic on television, not being bitchy backstabbers...seriously taking it all in and making bret notice that they can chill and be good people (this is a stupid show, i realize).

and it gets me thinking. if I was on a reality show like this, would i be the psycho screaming and tearing out her hair? or would i sit there calmly and say to the duck, "did you just say your uncle is oscar de la hoya? WHY?" but i have the feeling that i might be screaming at the top of my lungs and making a total fool out of myself. because i tend to do that. thank god i'm not on tv.