this is the true story of one person who watches way too much tv
it's been awhile since i've fallen in love with a real world cast. not since n'awlins has the mtv standard captured my heart. i watched chicago for awhile, but became disinterested. i skipped over back to new york. vegas was just trashy. even attractive people get old when all they do is get drunk and sleep together. paris i sorta followed until i moved out of 1334c, but my heart was never really there. and i caught san diego when i felt like it.

but it looks like i've fallen in love again—this time in the city of brotherly love. last night's premiere sucked me in. karamo seems as though he actually has some depth and isn't just a walking stereotype. willie is a walking stereotype, but he used to be on the PBS show Ghostwriter, and that kicks ass. mj's blissful ignorance is endearing. and there's just something about melanie that i like.

i can only hope this feeling lasts all season. please don't break my heart mtv.