Friday, March 30, 2012


here's the thing.
i love television shows.

i don't watch wife swap or swamp people, but the few shows i do watch, i watch.

i don't have time for working out these days because i am too wrapped up in downton abbey-- mary and matthew and that beautiful kiss i just witnessed, and of course the one-liners from dowager countess of grantham (mcgonagall). 

"Of course it would happen to a foreigner. No Englishman would dream of dying in someone else's house... can't go to pieces at the death of every foreigner. We'd all be in a constant state of collapse whenever we opened a newspaper.

when i blow try my hair, i envision what the characters will do next. as i brush my teeth i muse when mr. bates and anna will finally get together, and of course, how the family can cover up that racy scandal of mary and mr. pumook. also, my loathing for thomas overflows, as it does for that wench with the ringlets down her forehead and inch-long sideburns. i dislike her so much i don't even recall her name.

oh yes, here she is:

i'm also{in the lengthy process of} watching every single friends episode known to man. i'm nearly done with season 8. and can i just say chandler is the best? wait, maybe joey. or monica. i can't decide. all i know is ross plain-old sucks. worst friend ever.

between work, television, reading, and occasional sleep, i try to squeeze in a little reading. if only there were more hours of the day.

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