The Chronicles of the Voluntarily Unemployed

I think I’m confident enough with myself to proclaim to the world that I enjoy a reality show here and there. While I’ve avoided the tractor beam suckage of some of the more popular ones out of principle, I have been seduced by some via sheer numminess.

Thusly, you can imagine my excitement when I discovered my favourite Bachelor from seasons past was sitting on the sbux patio last week. He was the most gorgeous eye candy I could ask for whilst trying to scrub off bird poo from a chair. The necessary eye contact to break the ice did not happen, as he was engaged in conversation with another. But, ohhh, was I happy to spectate!