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Feb 07, 2006 16:14

Grey's Anatomy is consuming my every thought. i mean i can't stop. my body is going into withdrawal syndrome and an imaginary clock in my head is ticking till its countdown of sunday night at 9 is reached and then it starts over. I mean, i have not been this wholey consumed with a TV show since Roswell. And as im sitting here typing, i have realized why in fact i am. And it is the sincere and flawless chemistry between Meredith and McDreamy. Its so undeniably real that its almost insane. and i mean all the characters on the show. just the whole show is freaking amazing. i love love love it. like my week consists of yearning for sundays nights at 9 o'clock so that i know i will be positioned on the couch and all the attention that i possess will be focused on the television screen. is this not pathetic and ridiculous? its very possible. but do i care. nope. not in the slightest. i mean i get so absorbed i feel that as if i am living my life vicariously through these fake characters in their fake as fuck life. and its amazing in a way, that a television show can give me 60 minutes (less if you exclude the commercials) of pure contentment. 1 hour that i experience nothing but complete enjoyment out of 168 hours every week.amazing is what it is. and thats all i have to say about that. except for that i cannot fucking wait for this sunday! it is killing me!

And now, go download this. It's the theme song. Amazing as well.

Psapp - Cosy in the Rocket

Climb, climb into the rocket
And we set the fuse to go, go go
Head start, cosy in the rocket
And I need to go, go, go,go
Tip top ready for the sky
Sd I'm tip top ready to go
Tip top ready for the sky
And I'm tip top ready to go,go,go

Come, come, fly into my palm
And collapse
Oh oh, suppose you'll never know

Nobody knows where they might end up
Nobody knows
Nobody knows where they might wake up
Nobody knows
Nobody knows where they might end up
Nobody knows
Nobody knows where they might wake up
Nobody knows

Tick tack toe, you're fitting into place
And now the old ways don't seem true
Stick stop blue you're only changing i
In the same old space you always knew
Tip top ready for the rocket
And I'm tip top ready to go
Tip top ready for the sky
And I'm tip top ready to go, go go

Come, come, fly into my palm
And collapse
Oh oh, suppose you'll never know

Come, come, fly into my palm
And collapse
Oh oh, suppose you'll never know

and now im happy. just because i sat here and talked about it.
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