And on a related topic, I was slightly disappointed when I went to get my morning coffee on Monday and saw that Guy at Seattle’s Best Who Looks Like Guy on Lost decided to chop off all his hair. How am I supposed to pretend I’m getting my coffee from an Iraqi-ex-republican-guard-soldier-stuck-on-a-crazy-creepy-Anti-Fantasy-Island-computer-expert-keeper-of-the-useless-radio-misses-Shannon-who-wasn’t-good-enough-for-him-anyway-but-he-still-should’ve-gotten-rid-of-Ana-Lucia-when-he-had-the-chance-instead-took-out-his-rage-on-disturbing-so-called-Henry-Gale-still-has-that-Nadia-girl-waiting-for-him-in-California NOW?? I mean, now I’m just getting my coffee from a guy with short hair and no interesting back story…
So you know when you’re writing in your blog, and you KNOW you had something you wanted to say, but you just can’t remember what it was? Don’t you hate it when that happens? I’m fairly certain I had more to say, but at the moment all my thoughts seem to be stuck on the Anti-Fantasy Island with the Losties. And I’m probably the only one who watches that show, anyway. So perhaps my next blog entry will be slightly more interesting. But no promises... :)
Does anyone know where I am?? I am so lost...
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