The Real World

Well! I'm home alone and talking to myself.

Should I be worried? 

Hell no, I'm talking to The Real World. You know, MTV's real world.

I woke up with a progressed cold but it's shot back my recovery so I had to call in sick. (Legs hurt too)

I've spent the day in bed watching TV. The real world is good trash if you want to loose a few brain cells. (I'm too smart to begin with)

Laters
Lx

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