Ugh. I'm addicted to a tv show. It sucks to admit, but I cannot get enough Grey's Anatomy. Oh, and I cry while watching every episode. Every freakin' episode makes me cry. I'm not sure what is more pathetic--organizing my Thursday nights around watching Grey's or the fact that I cry.
At least it's not as embarrassing as my obsession with going into Barnes and Nobel and sitting down with a cup of java and the ENTIRE set of new gossip magazines that are out on the shelf. Will I buy them? No. Will I read them as I sit down to enjoy my cup of coffee? You betcha. I'm a closet gossip-lover. Oh well, I guess I've been outed. I guess I don't seem so cool now.
