Starshine

Reality TV has happened to me. I can’t exactly reveal the details, but a reality TV show is shooting at my weekend job right now. There are many pretty people competing to be seen as smart or ambitious. I think they are just pretty, but then again, I don’t know them. It seems they are doing interviews the ‘host’ of the show is not making an appearance to issue a challenge. It’s strange and exciting and silly. One of the pretty people is wearing a leather suit jacket. They all cross their legs just so. I am reminded how much I like myself. I may not be as thin or made-up as these women, or the men for that matter, but I like myself in comparison to them somehow. Like in at least so much as this, I am above the rat race.