I'm Lost
Boy. Last night was the most intense 2.5 hours of my LIFE. Well, the part of my life that I relegate to television viewing, anyway. Last night, as you may have heard, was THE END for LOST. If you haven't been watching it for the past six years, what were you doing with your life? LOL No, I know. It was one of those things you were either fully emersed in or you didn't want to expend the energy it took to follow it. Because it did take a lot of energy to follow it. And as much as I was held captivated by it, I am really too stupid to really full grasp it. No, seriously. I've read the discussion boards. I've followed other blogs about it. And I'd always be like, "Why didn't I catch that?" or "I completly missed that." My brain is merely too simple to comprehend all the little mysteries and tie-ins and connections that were hidden throughout six seasons of this show. It was no different last night. Honestly, the finale was gripping an...

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I suppose I should feel flattered that, for whatever reason, she has decided she likes me. Unfortunately, that means following me around when I'm trying to work. I have my own shadow, I don't need to be tripping over an additional one, TYVM.
Don't even get me started on the brat upstairs and his cousins Saturday night -- er, Sunday morning. I don't care if it is summer vacation, their butts should be in bed at 1am, not keeping other people in the building up with their rough-housing.