ardor

Reality shows. I hate them with a passion. Yes, I'll admit, there's a sick luster to the stupidity and if you pay attention for five minutes, you are doomed for an hour. But, I try hard, very hard to retreat to my ivory house of cards as soon as possible. This tactic works pretty well and my hatred for reality shows has sustained its vigor despite having undergone various "re-education" programs during the regimes of previous girlfriends. I'm like those political prisoners on TV. Fifteen, twenty years in the can and the guy still comes out smiling. All he needed was a shave.