I've become addicted to Desperate Housewives
. Having finally got the Season 1 DVD, I've been watching episodes whenever I have some free time (I've also discovered that I'm a "Desperate Houseboy" in more ways than one). I wonder what it would be like to live in a suburbia like Wysteria Lane, with scheming neighbors, hidden secrets, and of course, a little dirty laundry
. Like many first-time viewers, I'm dying to know why Mary-Alice killed her self, but I have to be patient and wait for everything to be revealed. Watching the episode about Mary-Alice's funeral made me realize that although funerals are supposed to be sad occasions, the one good thing that comes out of one is that everyone puts their issues aside and comes together to mourn for a loved one. On some days I wish that everyday was a funeral...
Next month is my birthday, and I'm already worried about what I'm going to be doing on the big day. I could dress-to-impress and go have a night out on the town, or curl up in front of my DVD player watching re-runs of Queer as Folk
. And for those of you who are wondering what to get me for the glorious occasion, please refer to my wishlist link on the left.
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