Reality TV

I think I could be a writer for reality tv. After all i did make quite a few appearances on The Real World: San Diego, and i practically tweeted every question to 1 Girl 5 Gays. Reality TV is the only way you can make it as a celebrity these days. Lets face it my dream of being a cyber celebrity it starting to dwindle. I'm slowly coming to the realization that I'm not going to be cast in the up and coming season of 16 and pregnant, however it doesn't mean I couldn't write for Reality TV.  Let me paint a few scenarios for ya;

Picture this: Snooki and Chelsea Handler co-staring in a reality tv show called "Who's More Drunk Right Now?" Hilarity would for sure ensue considering the amount of Steal Kettle Vodka Ms. Handler consumes mixed with spray tan and hairspray fumes. There's no telling who's more inebriated!

Or what about something with Honey Boo Boo and the Mythbusters? Hilarious right? Actually I think all TV shows would be better if Honey Boo Boo hosted them. (if your not familiar with Honey Boo Boo start watching it immediately)

I think it would be pretty awesome to create a show where Amanda Bynes and Lindsey Lohan are forced to carpool together everywhere they go. I'm sure it would just turn into a competition over who could take the sluttiest mugshot. PS I think Ms. Bynes is a lezzy but you didn't here that from me.

How about a survivor type show except instead of being on some crazy island it could be celebrities stuck in a motel 6 without their cell phones. I think it would be great to see Perez Hilton not on twitter for once, or Taylor Swift forced to do something besides call her ex-boyfriend 500 times then write a song about it. It could be great.

16 and Pregnant meets Toddlers in Tiaras. It would be sooooo perfect!!!!!!!

Any suggestions for Reality TV? I'm pitching these ideas to a Fox for sure.


hunterjames

i forgot i started a blog

I totally forgot I started a blog like a year ago. Hilarious! Fortunately I only have 1 follower on here so I only have to apologize to mr. kyle suess about my absence. You know it's pretty hard to keep up with 2012; Hipstagram, Tweeter, Facialbook, Tumblr (no witty name change for Tumblr sorry about that). Seriously 2012 is ruining my life. Social media is like the biggest deal. Who am I without my twitter account? What exactly is @hunterjamesisbetter all about? Who knows who cares (2points).

Here is a brief story to help me remember how to write:

So we had a rat in our house, The Orange House that is. Yes HAD. I would see him on occasion and was never really frightened more excited if you will. I named him Mr. Finkles for no reason at all it just seemed fitting. Unbeknownst to me a few of my roommates set out some rat traps. I understand that rats carry disease and nasty-ness and are probably not a good thing to have in your house but rat traps? slightly inhumane. Any how me and Mr. Finkles formed a bond. He was cute and had a super long tail i thought was adorable until one unforgettable day at The Orange House.

I'm walking through the laundry room out the door to the back yard because I really needed to show Isaac this super chic tumblr blog i found about bunny rabbits and noticed this sticky brownish/red trail on the ground. "hhhmmm?:" I think. I continue to walk outside and there lying on the ground already covered in ants is Mr. Finkles. I was devastated. Apparently the boys had set up a trap in the laundry room and Mr. Finkles had wriggled free from aforementioned trap. He thought he was escaping to freedom, unfortunately freedom happened to be death only 8 feet away from the trap in a pool of blood. His poor little mangled body lay on my patio :( I felt so hopeless. Mr. Finkles and I had become friends. Who would eat the crumbs on the floor? Who would watch movies with me from under the couch?.... I think I may have some serious codependency issues.

I know his death was inevitable but it was awful. The following is a short poem in honor of Mr. Finkles:

I love the way your tail looked as you ran down the stairs
You were never ashamed to steel food from our floor as we staired

I love the way you scared Isaac
It was well timed and priceless

Oh Mr. Finkles I know you are in heaven
Eating a wheel of cheese with all your affection

I'm sorry your death was so painful
It wasn't my fault that trap looked playful

Rest in peace little rodent friend
It's only "see you later" not quite "the end"



i need serious help
hunterjames