There has to be a guy out there that is willing to sit around in sweats and watch grainy internet-hockey, drink beer, eat cereal straight from the box, and discuss my newfound love of BSG with me. There must be.
The internet and live streams are the best thing to happen to The Middle Of A Forest Where Cable TV and Local Channels Are a Myth since trees.
My Saturday afternoon coping with life strategy involves: chocolate pudding, beer, the SciFi channel, and a silenced phone.
Night walks along snow covered train tracks, with a good friend, solve most problems.
At least I had the balls to say it.
When you ask someone “are you a lesbian?” and they answer “sometimes I wish I was” that is not an open invitation to sway them in the occasionally wished for direction. Just sayin’.