I am a TV junkie. I know this. I can admit this. Reality TV is my guiltiest of guilty pleasures (Beverly Hills Housewives...HOLLER). When we moved into the apartment, I was told DirectTV couldn't grab a signal from my balcony. Freaking SERIOUSLY?!?! NO TV! Only Netflix?!?! I mean...don't get me wrong...first world problems, I know...but TV is like a long lost friend for me. And being alone at night, it gives me...albeit a false one...sense of security.
Well, Manksi was in town this weekend & he had had about enough with me being dicked around by these lazy mofos. He made a couple calls & I came home to THIS brnad new lover on my balcony.
Already set my Beverly Hills beezys for record.