as i have blurted out before, network tv is a good substitute for sex.
actually, all tv is, it turns out.
grey's anatomy is better than i ever thought it would be. they do need to add a mclesbo, though. it's only fair.
how i met your mother is probably the best show on tv. period. it's smart, it's funny, it's timely. it's everything i want in a partner. when i hump the screen, it doesn't tell me it hates the way it looks in this light.
dexter is good. of course, any time i see michael hall and a bald black man on the same screen i expect sodomy. i demand it, damnit! it's the way things should be.
lost. everyone loves it. i just love the fact that abc puts all of their primetime shows online so that jackasses that can't always remember to tivo can catch up. i'd look sheepish, but i have no thumbs, so i think i deserve a freakin' break. i also have to fight m.p. for the remote on hockey night, and that bitch plays dirty.
so, m.p. is getting out, geting love, getting life. but tv is the mental porn that keeps her from crossing that line. we snuggle and chill together and she uses the mental break to decide where she wants to go next. it keeps her from crossing that line out of need, loneliness, boredom.... yeah, that line. the ugly line-- inside or out. one date has said that network tv will not stay a substitute for sex much longer. interestingly enough, this came from the one person m.p. can see passing the remote to. maybe that's a good sign.
