Random thoughts prompted by Vh1

I wasn't going to do it. I had told myself once was enough. I did it. I caved. I watched Rock of Love II with Brett Michaels. Hm. Ok. Yeah, it f-ing rocks. My friend told me I had to watch it. She couldn't believe I wasn't watching this season. Yes, I had gotten into season 1. Just to watch Brett get played by Jess, my pink haired home town hero who was more thorn than rose. I swore I wouldn't watch. But, this past Sunday evening it was cold, I had seen the Gangland on the History Channel. I was playing on the computer and needed some background noise. I found myself putting down the remote and actually watching the trainwreck that is Brett Michaels' quest for true love on VH1. I'll admit, the return of Heather, the supreme bad-ass second placer from season one was the hook. So, as I sat and watched 4 chicks vie for a chance to "stay in the house and rock Brett's world", an idea came to me. Season 3 - Rock of Love the Plus sized version. Call it version 16.0. See, none of these season 2 grrls are going to stick around after the cameras stop rolling, so I'm thinking next steps for Brett. So, Season 3, version 16.0, I am so going on that show, and winning. I too can get fantastic blondy blond hair extension, false eyelashes, and I already have the black clothes and nailpolish. Sure, seasons 1 &2 had pole dancing, we'll have go-go dancing, I can at least do the pony. Brett can strum his guitar while I play my bodhran. I can bitch brawl with the best of 'em. Now, don't be misled, I have no interest in dating Brett Michaels. I just want to lay around drinking margaritas at 10 am, go to Vegas on a private jet, ride a motorcycle, and have to do confessional-type talking to a camera man who's name I'll probably never know. My plan is to make Big John (Brett's bouncer for when the chickies get unruly) fall madly in love with me. We will trash the house, leave the other 16.0s to Brett. Perhaps then I'll have a ballad written for me,and who doesn't want that. Sigh.