On Bad Reality TV and Flower Crowns

{Jen’s Pirate Booty dress, N&K Designs shark tooth necklace, Lorraine Schwartz evil eye bracelet}

I love me a powder blue gauze-y dress. I just do. There’s something ethereal about this little number making it perfect for lazy days beside the beach or pool — a favoirte pastime of mine.

Okay, enough about the outfit. It’s cute. You get it. 

What’s new with you freaks? Over the past weekend, I was able to clock in some serious couch time and caught up with all my prized reality TV shows such as The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills (where, after the reunions shows, I came to the conclusion Brandi Glanville was dropped on her head as an infant), Keeping up With The Kardashians (Kim, do we really need to know you needed your placenta surgically removed? And Kylie, I can’t with the plastic surgery at age 17. Lord Disick is proving to be the most “normal” of them all, which is frigging ridiculous), and Dateline (Where I deduced this simple truth: If your lover is cheating on you and got a life insurance policy out on your ass…you’re goner. Like, dead-zo. Like, hire a bodyguard stat.).

I just started watching the Netflix show Bloodline and am really feeling it because the hot dad from Friday Night Lights plays the lead role and it’s rather soap opera-ish (Read: Awesome sauce). The show is set in Islamorada which happens to be my favorite Key down South.

Enough television talk! I sound like an issue of TV Guide. But I do know want to ask you…what show should I tune into next?