Glancing around, I close the door- get Sariah positioned for her breast/nap time- and turn on Netflix.
My new guilty pleasure, Dawson's Creek, has me wrapped around it's finger. The only way I see any escape: finish the show.
Thus it begins, a new tv show obsession. (after finishing Buffy, Desperate Housewives, and Glee that is).
And you know what?
I am proud of it.
Also, I feel like while sex in tv show is not new- it has become a lot more crude and vulgar.
That is all.
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