LOST
many years ago, i was in a band. this was before the last straw, before crosswalk, and, yes, before peach phuzz. our name before then was changed because it sounded too much like another band's name.
i tend to get kind of really into things. some may call it an addiction. for example, i used to walk around with cargo pants for the sole purpose of being able to keep at least three boxes of gobstoppers and a pack of wint-o-green lifesavers on my person at all time. when i go to panera to eat pumpkin muffins, i usually buy at least 4. i had a bit of a crush on this girl taylor once -- a crush that lasted about four years.
so, yeah, i guess it's an addiction. which is why our band was called peter's addiction.
and now, my new dealer, Will, has given me my new junk. i am hooked on LOST. i bought the first season on iTunes just to check it out. didn't care much for the first episode or two. but then it hit me. and now i can't stop watching.
so if any of you are interested in pissing away about two hours a day for the next few weeks, go out and buy (or rent) LOST, and we can talk about it. we could even have a support group, led by Will and me, to discuss how i couldn't sleep for days until claire was okay.
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Dude, way to give away vital plot info with that last sentence there.
Will | May 5 @ 2:55am