It's a shame that it's come to this: Part 1
I think things have gotten a little out of hand recently. I mean at first you were a fantastic idea. Do you remember our first weekend together? It was love at first sight the way you dropped American Psycho right on my lap and well, it was because of you that I discovered my deep love for Lloyd Dobbler. Since then, we’ve become close, almost too close some might say. There are weekends when I will not leave my house until 6 PM (and even that’s a stretch) because I just got new movies and I can’t possibly leave three unopened discs of Entourage, in all it’s Ari Gold goodness, just to sit there. But now I there are something like 500 movies in my queue and I’m unable to add anything new, which is infuriating, because I’ll forget that I wanted to add An Affair to Remember and this drives me mad.
The real reason for why I’m writing is because of recent difficulties I’ve been having with the first season of Popular. I loved this show and I talk about it to this day. And because my love of the deliciously evil Nicole Julian trumps my love for you, I’m about 2.8 seconds away from flipping the hell out. Because OH. MY. GOD. Who do I have to sleep with to get a DVD that works properly and doesn’t turn the screen all green and scary and make Leslie Bibb, look like she has 14 faces and a blue streak running through her chest? Huh?
I don’t want to break up with you. I really, really don’t. But we can’t have this. I fear that it might happen – a sudden freeze – during a crucial moment. I mean, there was the Tyler Durden incident, during which I had to throw something at the television and almost started crying. And we really shouldn’t have to repeat that, now should we?
I’m not in the business of entering abusive relationships and this relationship is on a slippery slope to doom. I fully expect for my DVDs to arrive unharmed later today or else prepare for anger of apocalyptic proportions. Ok, cupcake?