i’m still young, i know, but the older i get, the more i worry that my chances of actually being able to marry my hollywood crushes (
krasinski*, gosling, segel, meyers, gyllenhaal, gordon-levitt, brody (adam, not adrien), et. al.) will fade.
*see? he’s already married.
- on my way to work this morning...
- guy #1: you're fuckin' hot!
- guy #2: you're so pretty.
- guy #1: you're making me horny right now.
- what are you? the good cop/bad cop of sexual harassment? get a life.
i’m all caught up, and let me just say this about the season 6 finale: WHOA, YOU GUYS! (sidebar: when i say “y’all” i’m usually in a spunky, jokey mood, and i want you to know that i mean something. when i say “you guys” I MEAN BUSINESS.). so, let me repeat: WHOA, YOU GUYS!
oooooooh myyyyyyyy goooooood. what is going to happen? i really don’t know, but i am so excited for season 7.
i’m also a little sad, though. i watched six feet under straight through and immediately started dexter, so now i’m scared that i’m going to have serious dark-one-hour-dramas-starring-michael-c.-hall withdrawls. plus, i really don’t want to not have deb in my life every day until at least september. I LOVE DEB! she is by far my favorite character on the show. and because i’ve read that jennifer carpenter tried to make deb as close to her own self as possible, i am convinced that we could be BEST FRIENDS FOREVER.
what should i watch now?! i feel like i should turn to a comedy before i barrel my way through friday night lights (so i can finally see what all this tim riggins and coach taylor hoopla is all about).