Hey, friends! I didn’t mean to leave the blog high and dry, but I was knocked out by a pretty wicked cold. I spent most of last week mouth-breathing, popping antibiotics, and laying on the couch.
FYI: As for the TP, I wasn’t shitting my pants while lying on the couch – I was almost out of tissues.
I haven’t called out of work since I’ve started this current job, but I was so miserable on Wednesday that my boss insisted that I stay home on Thursday.
I was/am very thankful for that, but it kind of introduced me to an addiction I can’t shake.
Thanks to my extremely generous bosses and access to my best friend’s Netflix account, I am now completely obsessed with Pretty Little Liars.
I think this is what it must feel like to be addicted to crack cocaine. Too dramatic?
Like, I literally can’t stop watching. After each episode I’m like, God damn it. I’ve gotta see what happens next. And I hate myself for it.
Now that I’m not literally couch-bound, I have to ration my allotted PLL time. If not, I will lose all sense of time and pretend I actually live in Rosewood.
When I snap back to reality, I feel like a pervert for absolutely rooting for the relationship between a 16 year old and her teacher, but they’re so freaking beautiful, I can’t help it.
I also find myself wondering where these kids’ parents are. Who just runs around doing shit at 16 years old? In addition, what 16 year old is stalked by a dead girl?
No matter. I’ll just dive back in and ask no questions.
NOTE: I am on SEASON ONE. I will punch you through the computer screen if you spoil anything for me. kthanks