My Guilty Pleasure

I don't watch TV... Ever. But this series, True Blood, started a while back and I became absolutely addicted. But... then I kept on missing the episodes and gave up on the thing. Until a few weeks ago I was browsing through my local el cheapo stationery store and came across the Season 1 box set for a super bargain price. I was beyond excited. I bought it. Cancelled my plans for the day and lay in bed watching episode after episode of bloody, sexually charged vampires. It was fantastic. Season 2 starts on Tuesday and I can't bare the thought of missing a day. Gosh. I can't commit to anything, who woulda thunk I could commit to a series. We all mature, I guess now is my time. And if blood-filled, softcore vampire porn is how I will learn to commit to something, then bring it on!

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Caught the Desmond and the Tutus at the Hilson Park Bowling Club. I also caught a chip to the tooth (read teeth) when I took a sip from my quart of Smirnoff Storm, that I had just purchased up the road from the shebeen. I know, classy ek se. The hall was decked out like it was a 90's American prom, very cute. Balloons and streamers, they even had a hand made Desmonds banner. The lighting was left to the stage. It was truly an experience... and did I mention that we got in for free. aaaaaahhh