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?