I binge watched a new TV show. Well not a new one. It's already had eight seasons, and is currently airing number nine. Which is not a smart move on my part to start it. Yet here I am, starting Supernatural.
So with season one under my belt I'm now craving season two like a pregnant woman, and peanut butter tacos.
This week also happens to be the season six finale of Sons of Anarchy. I'm going to need all the fortitude I can get for that.
Generally I don't watch a lot of TV. If I am watching, it's because I'm obsessed. So this attraction to Supernatural can not be a good thing for me. Yet, here I am. I could try to blame Elle, for all her tweets which sparked my interest in the show, but really I made that step on my own. I picked up the first season, and started down the long road that is full of freaky demonic beings. *SQUEE*
This show appeals to my inner goth. I've jumped in the hearse, and am now doing doughnuts around the cemetery. Watch out people, I've seen Dean Winchester shirtless and I'm outta control.
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