I've finally got around to watching season two of Dollhouse and I'm sort of shocked and amazed to find that it's actually really good. No, seriously, the second season (as opposed to the first) is not actually complete rubbish that simply annoys and frustrates me. It's kind of awesome. Eliza still can't act, god bless her little cotton socks, but I'm really enjoying it anyway.
There is apparently football/soccer going on at the moment of some important world variety. This is what I hear on the streets. It's the hot gossip. But all I can think of whenever I hear about it is this:
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(Eliza, honey, I'm sorry for what I said up there about you. You know I still love you like burning and will continue to watch all things you do with a slightly naughty tingly feeling in my pants region.
You warm my heart region as well, but I didn't want to sound, you know, creepy.)