Last night I drank cherry-flavored beer while watching Life Unexpected and Parenthood. I’m not sure if I liked the beer or not. At times it kind of tasted like children’s cough medicine. But I drank it all so I guess I must have liked it. And then I got kind of drunk – or not drunk, but tipsy – because it really doesn’t take much. And then, vividly recalling that one time I was hungover, I decided to drink half a liter of San Pellegrino, because NEVER AGAIN.
That was my evening.
But before all of that, K and I watched Glee (Oh, Brittany S. Pierce, I love you) and The Good Wife. I am so happy that Alicia and Kalinda are back on my TV screen, even though I am having trouble convincing myself that Alicia/Kalinda are never going to happen (because they’re not). But oh hai, Jason Street Scott Porter! Love you long time, but I wish you’d go back to Friday Night Lights where you belong (even though you’ve been gone many seasons). I still miss you. FULL HEARTS, CAN’T LOSE.
Today, there was writing and then more writing. And then I watched Hellcats and wow did they ever murder the subtext. It went kerpoof. Please to bring back? Also, I think the lesbian cheerleader – Patty, I think? – is a mythical creature because I have no idea where she’s supposed to be. But whenever I see D.B. Woodside I want to yell, “HAI PRINCIPAL WOOD!”
I watch too much TV maybe.
Are you a cat?
That quote has nothing at all to do with this entry – in fact, nothing has anything at all to do with this entry, except maybe unicorns – but I like sharing quotes. So there you go.
I feel like life is going in fast-forward these days. It’s Thursday already? How did that happen? I keep thinking, Okay, next week I’ll get myself together. Next week I’ll get everything organized. Then next week comes and becomes this week and I’m still kind of scrambling around. I imagine this is a common thing. I used to think that all my anxieties and worries and problems were mine alone, and then I discovered the Internet and realized everyone’s more or less on the same boat, worrying – more or less – about the same things. Or just plain worrying.
What she was actually talking about…
And by that I mean Paris, France, not Paris Hilton or Paris from The Gilmore Girls (although I do also love Paris from The Gilmore Girls). I told K that perhaps I was Parisian in another life because everytime I’m there I always feel inexplicably at home.
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