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i kinda wanna work at the dragonfly inn
2007-03-06 : 8:12 pm

This is a realization. Are you ready for a realization? 'Cause this is a realization.

When my life is grand, my diary sucks. When my diary verges on being remotely interesting (not to mention updated with any semblence of regularity), my life can be counted on to be pretty damn boring.

I miss being psyched about my entries. But I'm not crying. Sorry, kids. It's gonna be crappy entries for, phooooo, I kinda hope forever. Well, I will say that I promise if Ken and I ever break up I'll bring on the good writing. You guys will be the first to benefit. That's for sure.

This is a confession. Are you ready for a confession? 'Cause this is a confession.

I just can't hold it in any longer. I have to break out and announce this publicly. I am addicted to Gilmore Girls.

BAAAAA!!!!

I TOTALLY AM!!!

I can't help it, man. I just can't help it! The pop culture references! The outfits! The unrealistically fast paced and witty dialogue! It kills me every time. Oh, how I wish I lived in the sepia-toned small town perfection that is the fictional but oh, so cozy Stars Hollow, Connecticut. I want to be able to walk 40 seconds down a perfectly maintained sidewalk beside white picket fences along a car-less street to the sunny gazebo in the grassy center of town and know every person I see along the way, and yet not have to deal with the messy realism of small town life. In Stars Hollow the teenagers don't escape to the city in the middle of the night 5 hours after high school graduation. In Stars Hollow even the most obnoxious characters are looked at and treated with amused love. Oh, that Kirk. What a character! What can ya do? ::smiley shrug::

I think this is similar to why my lesbian roommate likes to watch the L Word. We like to watch shows about people we can relate to. She loves the L Word because as cheesy as it may get sometimes (I've never actually seen it, so I'm quoting her) it's a pretty accurate depiction of lesbians. It's not comprised of a strict dichotomy of butch dog-owners with spiky hair and shampoo-commercial sorority girls who make out in bars. In the same vein I love to watch that kind of down-home cozy hearth feel with a hefty degree of mysteriously afforded Anthropologie.

I have found Seasons 1-5 on DVD for a mere $120 (as long as I don't mind a little bit of foreign writing on the box) and I desperately want it. I think in a month or two I'll be able to order it. As long as I have it by the time my wisdom teeth get taken out. That and a good knitting project.

The Hourglass Sweater (shhh, let's just pretend I've mentioned this before) is going very well. I'm on my second sleeve, soon I'll attach it and head toward finishing it (!!) Psyched.

Tonight's indulgence: Thin mints and milk. Mmmmm...