Though I cannot fly, I'm not content to crawl.
I’m starting “Dollhouse”.
I hate that it feels like I am being punished for not being able to watch shows as soon as they are on. I can’t log into tumblr, and it just hurts, guys.
So what if I’m addicted to Second Life? So what if I have a beach house and own dobermans named Lady Sif, Lady deWinter, Hephaestia, Roseld, Bruiser Bones and Greg? So what if I also have huskies named Rickard, Benjen, and Lyanna who share a kennel with the chihuahuas Maria Fitzgerald and Stefano DiMera? SO WHAT?
I have 15 minutes left of the finale of “The Office” and I have chest pain.
So, I finished “Hemlock Grove” and basically the last thirty minutes this was me: 3k4ljoij48939ajalj4;5u87890ujal;mf;ajslfja;sjf[
I MEAN REALLY WHAT THE HELL KIND OF NIGHTMARE IS THIS SHOW
Every second of this show is spent with me screaming at the television, “JUST TOUCH HIM, DAMMIT. JUST TOUCH HIMMMMMMM.”