I needed to find a place to crash, and fast, after my ex let me know that I needed to move out - a simple note would have worked, but burning down the house certainly got the message across loud and clear.  Trying out for a reality show seemed like the answer to all of my problems; I get free room and board for a month or so while I try to put my life back together.  Now that I am here though, I am beginning to have second thoughts.  I have never been on TV before, and there are cameras EVERYWHERE - I think I just saw one of the cameramen follow someone into the bathroom.  The other contestants seem nice, but I haven’t lived with this many people at once since college.  Anyways, I think I just need to put a good face on things and hope for the best.  Maybe I will go to the kitchen and see if I can help Bucky with the cooking.