You know, when I think about what to post here I still revert to this crazy high-school level analysis. What will anyone who reads it think? Will they think I'm crazy? Will I finally magically turn into that edgy forward-thinking punk chick I always dreamed of being... starting back in 87? Or will I just be showing my age, tipping everyone off to how out of touch and (for you Atlantans, you'll "get it") OTP I really am.
Y'know what? I am OTP. I am what I yam (Popeye flashbacks and all that). So what. Take me or leave me. Where is all this acceptance I keep yearning for anyway? Not like I ever had it, or have it to sustain. So screw it. I'm no blonde popular cheerleader, or even that anti-cheerleader I wanted to be, leading all the non-blondes to the revolt and revolution, anarchy and all those great 80's ideals.
On that note, I loved Joan of Arcadia. Maybe all you fabulous townies with your list of "things to do" missed out on this show, being that it was at 8pm on Fridays, but I loved it. Finally some great original programming that could actually entice me to tune in on Friday nights and it gets cancelled. WTF? Dam it all, I'm pissed.
Thats all.
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