Alright, Bekah. Le jig is up. It is time to quit living lie things, and come forward, honestly, about your sad, post-graduate addictions. Do not glamorize your life; rather, tell the truth. Be honest about how things Now Are, and they way they will probably Continue to be, for quite some time.
I have a problem.
I am addicted, legally, infinitely, passionately, to television. This has never happened to me before. I pass it off as research, because if I ever want to write for TV, which I should (see exhibit my MASSIVE DEBT), then I should watch TV. A lot. This habit started off innocently. A little late night Ugly Betty here, a lot Family Guy there. But: it has turned into a full-fledged evening habit. Worse than fingernailing biting (which I still do); less bad then um. Heroin? Yeah. That’s right. I don’t do that.
Yeah, maybe I do. Obsessively, and a lot. Nearly like background music. And also:
which is this adorable new show about a girl (miss cutie mccute pants, who knew?) Christina Applegate, who used to be a royal mc bee(otch) and gets amnesia, and is now re-discovering herself, re-inventing her life. So stinking cute and legitimately humorous. This I like to watch in 30 minute increments before bed, balancing my mac on my Christmas gut.
Honestly- do you remember how good this show is? Honestly. Elizabeth got the DVDs, and we have a problem.
Well, I gotta go. I’m meeting Jared Leto in the boiler room. I think I’m going to tell him it hurts to look at him, or I might just pick a fight with my Mom or dye my hair.