You see a guy with one leg, he's got a story. "Land mine '69." You see a guy with one arm, he's got a story, too. "Snow blower, bottle of whiskey." You see a guy with one tooth, what would the story be? "Well, uh, I like a lot of taffy."
Saturday, May 22, 2010
LOST in Love
Tomorrow. Tomorrow is the day. Tomorrow is the day in which my life will change forever. Tomorrow is the final episode of LOST.
I am so thrilled that I can barely stand it. I am finally going to get an explanation to questions, mysteries, and flat out confusing scenarios. I will finally find out what the hell is going on! I have very little idea what is actually happening on a show I have watched for six years. That's a hard thing to do, keep all your viewers guessing. And I can't wait to find out how wrong I am in all my theories, as all but one so far has been disproved.
I am so super bananapants excited. The viewing and celebration shall start tomorrow at Travis and Jacob's at 5:30. It will extend well into the evening. There will be food, drink, and probably lots of talking and rewinding.
The only problem I have is what am I going to do next? When The Sopranos ended, I still had LOST. When this ends, I got nothing. What am I going to do with my Tuesday evenings? I will be wayward and without an obsession. But, I do not mind because finally I will be able to understand what the hell is going on!
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