Just 25 Cents and 25 Minutes

I think just 25 minutes a day along with 25 cents could really do wonders to improve my life. During a recent late dinner with the ladies I discovered that maybe I need to stop watching Bravo and VH1 and instead maybe check out the Latest Headlines while I am googling random facts or spend that extra quarter in my pocket on a paper even if it is The Post, surely something has got to be better than nothing. You see over a glass of wine with 4 beautiful and intelligent friends of mine our conversation seemed to not just derail into talking about men or our beauty routines, but the banter kept returning to reality TV. In fact we began to reality TV cross reference and while lately I have been sucking at improv my reality TV callbacks were incredibile, but I don't think I should be proud of this. We were able to update each other on the latest Paradise Hotel 2 fiascos, the players who have been on The Gauntlet since its first season, and we all gave our picks for who we think Brett Michaels should end up with on Rock of Love 2. Now I am ashamed to admit all this especially since lately I have been seriously contemplating buying Phil Collins Greatest Hits. I need to get out of the country and get some culture before I end up asking all my friends to go see Anna Nicole and exclaim that Willa Ford is my new idol never mind that Amy Adams chic and who the hell is Meryl Streep. I mean I stopped buying gossip magazines only to fall victim to remote control laziness. If only I could afford to have the NY Times Weekender delivered. Though I would still have to have the strength to tear myself away from the The Real Housewives of Orange County marathon, but maybe it would be worth it. Then again new girl Quinn's cleave is enough to keep me glued to my loveseat.