On TV and my lack of life

I have been feeling a tad under the weather lately, so needless to say my social life has been in the fucking toilet. I get bitched at by my friends for being such a lame ass but you know what, shit happens.

SLP has been working hard for his money (shout out to Donna Summers) and thus I have had hours upon hours left to my own devices. What do I do to entertain myself? I used to consider myself a well rounded person. I had a plethora of super lame hobbies to entertain myself with:

• Playing World of Warcraft
• Embroidering
• Crocheting
• Knitting
• Photography
• Reading

I mean really, who needs that many hobbies. Apparently, not I. My time has been consumed by mindless tv. Oh how I wish I could tell you I've been watching super awesome mind blowing documentaries that will change my world. But no. I've been watching hour upon hour of:

• Veronica Mars
• Roswell
• Jonas (don't you even try to make fun of me for this)
• and the occasional BBC miniseries, I've got some culture thrown in there bitches.

My favorite of these is Roswell. Who fucking knew: Aliens + high school students + New Mexico= HOT FUCKING SHOW! My lovely best friend Teresa handed me Season 1 a few weeks ago telling me to watch it or she'd kill me and after several weeks of ignoring it I popped it in. And watched it all in 2 days. Off to season2. But wait, no one I knew had season 2, so now I suffer in silence as I patiently wait for Netflix to send me the next DVD so I can get my next hit.

What do I do in the meantime, you would think something productive. But alas that is not my M.O. as of late, instead I watch Veronica Mars on the wb.com and lick my Roswell sized wound.

Umm hello, Hottie Mc Hotterton's.

See, I told you my life was fucking boring right now.