junecleavage

This post will not earn me any "Mother of the Year" titles - but I gave up that contest so very long ago (i.e when I told my 4-year-old girl to scream "Fuck them!" at the top of her lungs in the safety of our apartment about these shitty little twats in my shitty little money saturated snotty hometown where she was attending elementary school with the shitty daughters of the shitty twats I went to school with forever - weird and awkward - as all of life is - but I am seriously losing my focus here). When we were still but a small family of 3 and Jules was not much older than her brother, she and I would watch "The Simple Life" religiously in our tiny basement apartment on Catharine Street in South Philadelphia amidst all the scooter exhaust smoke and drunken drug addled homeless people fights in front of our barred windows, and laugh and um, I have no real excuse for my behavior - in exposing her to Paris Hilton ever. I will tell you this, I LOVE the shit out of trashy reality television...but I don't watch Idol or Big Brother or Biggest Loser or Dancing with the Stars or any of that nonsense (look at me acting all above that reality fare) but I have been enjoying the shit out of anything that involves Paris Hilton for a really long time now. And I don't really know what to tell you about that. If this causes you to move on to other blogs and de-friend my ass, so be it. It's better we part ways with honesty between us. Now, excuse me, Jules and I are quite consumed with the premier of "The World According to Paris."