I feel like I’m discovering the wheel today and everyone will look at me like “Duh dumbass!” if I were to try and come up with it today. In discovering a little bit of a crush on Jack Bauer; The Jack Bauer, I realize I’m a little late on the game. Quite similar to how I ‘discovered’ blogging in August. Now I’m forced to play a game of catch up on the previous four days of Jack’s life. I know enough to the point where I wasn’t completely ass backwards lost last night. I’m well aware that in the last two hours, Jack has lost a large man named Edgar, a hobbit*, a man named Tony who had this weird skin rash thing going on and his daughter doesn’t want anything to do with him, though she’s currently seeing a 49 year old. Ok, I’m not too sure if he’s 49, but he looks it and was rather unhelpful between the hours of 7PM and 8PM. And that’s where my Jack Bauer knowledge ends. I know he’s hot and that while he was holding his breath to go between rooms, that I too held my breath. Let’s just say that I would’ve died, had that been me. It’s official, Jack Bauer is one bad ass motherfucker and my new obsession.
*I have pretty strong feelings towards the hobbit, because without divulging too much information, the Hobbit is a little bit of a pain in the ass.