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He's killing me with the tight black shirt and the tight black pants. And when I type it like that, it sounds like he looks like Jack LaLane, but believe me when I tell you he really does not.

finally a reason to love mondays

I don't know what this says, really, but tonight when I went to pick up my laundry, the guy in the laundromat grabbed my laundry bag from behind the counter without even having to look at my ticket. It's just a light blue bag, it's not a distinctive Snoopy print or something. Am I in there THAT often? I am disturbed by this for some reason.

Also, the other day I was offered a religious tract by the woman sitting next to me on the subway, who happened to be wearing a surgical mask. Gotta love this town. Or something.

Anyway, on to the one good thing about Mondays, which is Monday night TV.

( Prison Break )

( Heroes )

( STUDIO SIXTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE )

(Note to self: be cautious when reading comments in a friend's LJ which is largely populated by people who do not share your fandom tastes at all. That way lies aggravation and madness.)

Haven't watched Sunday's Flavor of Love yet because I've been too busy. What a tragedy.

Oh, and apparently I missed sternel's birthday, so Happy Birthday! And it's about to be midnight, in which case I say Happy Birthday miggy! Peace out.