kill me now

sunday, june 4


daaamn. somebody needs to take away my television priviledges, because i'm suddenly obsessed with marathons. if fox started a three week long around the clock marathon of all the x-files episodes, i'm screwed!!

i can't even explain to you what happened. it's not like it was a one-time obsession either. last sunday i... i.. i watched the Bravo network for 8 hrs because they were having a mini-Twin Peaks marathon.

i was, and am, almost painfully obsessed with that show. talking about it and its character brings me a warm fuzzy feeling, like speaking of old friends. every time i see lara flynn boyle in the practice i have to resist shouting "DONNA!!" and forget that i hate donna, because she's an Actress, not donna, an Actress. not insane, no, no.

and now this weekend rolled in with... an MTV Real World marathon. i just don't know what happened. one minute it was noon on a saturday and i'm checking out what's on the tv, next i know it's 8 a.m. and i'm programming the vcr to record 4 hrs so i can sleep.. for 4 hours.

i mean, i didn't stay on the couch for the entire 23,5 hrs i watched.. i did venture outdoors to meet up with the v chick i seem to have befriended (or something) in the evening, and to just walk around franklin street, but, well, i -did- tape the 3 hours that i was away from the tv. i then watched the taped 3 hours in the _commercial breaks_.

i think it's suffice to say i'm the weekends loser, easiest (even if i did stop watching because episodes i'd already seen came on.)

i suppose the saddest part is that i don't really like the show that much, except to get to catch some fights and amazing ego's when i'm bored. and yet, suddenly, it seemed imperative that i watch the entire RW: Boston season (genesis is so cute) because i only caught the tail end of it originally, and then there was the entire RW: Miami season that i never saw but got strangely sucked into (well, it was 3 a.m., and sarah, the comic book girl, is so cute) it beyond the point of a safe and sane return.

i don't know. it kept me from thinking thoughts of great impending doom and horror, and i was too zonked out to have nightmares, so i suppose it was a personal success, equal to just slurping up a vodka bottle and passing out, so whatever.

hooray for pea-brain tv and morons who just can't say no.

later. sex in the city awaits. (and there was an entry friday, i just didn't have time to link it. whatever.)



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