I have no idea how I ran so late today, but here it is.
I was gonna tell you all about Ned letting me watch the Real Housewives reunion at his house last night, seeing as I heroically got rid of cable. That was probably a mistake. Still, Ima see if I can do it. You have no idea how many times in an evening someone can ask you, "Which one is Vicki, again?"
I'll say it loud and I'll say it proud: Vicki Gunvalson is a terrible person. I knew that earlier this year when her daughter couldn't breathe, and they were taking her to the ER, and Vicki insisted the cameras keep rolling. You could SEE her daughter saying, "No" when she came out the house and saw the cameras, but it didn't matter.
But now, not only is Vicki calling the show her show (hello, delusional), but now she's spreading horrible--horrible!!--rumors about the other women and she has no remorse. Oh my god, she's really a dreadful human.
Also, I was gonna tell you that since I deleted my Byebyepie Gmail account, I no longer have any of the You Tube veeeedeos I made through the years, here, for this blog. Sucks. I discovered that as I was making a 10-year-anniversary video for this blog. Goddammit.
But now it's 8:15 and my hair is wet and I have no makeup on so I must go. I must bounce. Don't you hate people who say that?
Talk amongst yourselves. Tell me what to blog about tomorrow. I'll rap with you then. Because apparently it's 1973 in here.
P.S. My neighbor a block or two down shot himself dead in the back yard yesterday afternoon. It kind of haunts to think someone felt that bad just a few blocks away.