That's what I am, people. I'm serious. Serious about Lost.
I have become a lame version of the person I once was because I am so consumed by this show. And I was pretty far from cool in the first place so this is bad news.
Take, for example, the following song.
I've been listening to it on a regular basis ever since the episode where Hurley gets the Dharma van filled with beer and Roger's corpse started. Do you even remember that episode? Or this song? Someone please say YES!
I'm in Season 6. And let me tell you when it's over I'm going to be sad. Maybe I will drown my sorrows in beer. Probably not.
And here's my other problem: I cannot watch Dexter. I tried watching it before at the encouragement of others and realized that the American public and many of my close friends are sick, twisted, dark people.
Let me leave you with one last piece of Lost loveliness. A quote from the episode I watched today during nap time / picking up the kitchen.
Miles to Linus:
Why would I need your money when there are a couple of jabonies under there named Nikki and Paulo who got buried alive with $8 million in diamonds on top of them.
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