Say Hello to Jenn from Free and Flawed

Hey Kids ~ I signed up to do another blog-swap over on 20Something Bloggers a couple of weeks go and was paired with a lovely lass named Jenn. She's here today, and I'm over there... or at least I will be as soon as I get my post written and sent over to her! Without further ado, I introduce you to Jenn!

Hello. My name is Jenn and I am a TV-a-holic.

I used to make fun of my parents because they plan their week nights according to which TV shows are on. They have three TVs and before they discovered the awesomeness that is DVR, they used at least two of them to record TV shows. Though I'm no where near the level of addiction of my stepdad (he keeps notes on American Idol - seriously - notebooks full of rankings.) I'm getting eerily close. What could happen to push me so close to the edge? Oprah.

Hear me out. I'm a freelance writer and spend a majority of my time in my living room playing Mario Kart working. My day begins and ends with the news. There's a mixture of awesomeness in between, including Ms. Awesome herself, Oprah. I know that by the time she comes on, I should be starting my work day.

Recently I've been spending time in Los Angeles. While working from my hotel room I caught a commercial on ABC for Oprah. The commercial told me to catch her at 3 p.m. Three? Three?! That threw my whole day off! Obviously I have a problem if I'm letting TV control my life.

It's not only Oprah. I can thank MTV for making me fear pregnancy. Thanks to 16 and Pregnant I want kids even less. At first it was the pain that scared me. Then I realized that I would probably treat my kids like I do my gadgets - the first one would end up stuffed in a closet once the new one comes along. There's a good chance it would get sold on eBay after some spring cleaning. After watching this show, I realized it's because I couldn't handle my 16 year old having a child. They're already going to need therapy, why add on the sessions?

And then there's Maury. Maury, Maury, Maury. It's always the same thing: "I ain't yo baby daddy!" "I caught you cheatin' on me!" Yada, yada! But I get sucked in every time. I can't focus on my work until I know that yes, he did make out with the hot model in the green room. I may or may not join in the audience with boo'ing and heckling.

I can see that I get too involved with the TV shows I watch. I smile when they smile. I cry when they cry. My landlord is lucky I don't throw chairs when they do. The lack of cable helps though; my choices are limited. Could you imagine what my life would be like with HBO?

... I'd be a druggie addicted to sex and vampire blood. On the other hand, making out with gorgeous vampires wouldn't be so bad after all.