You are what you watch!

Its a long held thought that the more West wing I watch (in one go) the more likely I am to be found stalking down corridors, asking people to walk with me and wondering whats next.

That I can handle but today I think I am experiencing a new phenomena: Dawson's angst. Having never really gotten into Dawsons Creek as a biddler it has been lent to me in order to increase my connection with the energing generation. I watched the first three episodes yesterday and since then have been suffering from what I can only describe as teenage angst!

I'm slightly sullen, everything is a big deal and wherever I am, I am followed by an cutesy acoustic track! What is to become of me!

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Anonymous said…

I've never watched Dawson's Creek -but that sounds like my life. It was a very recent Friday night when I was moping around listening to Madonna's very sober and sad ballad Live to Tell on Magic Radio at 2am

1:27 pm

Gavin and Emma Owen said…

Hmmm having recently got cable I'm watching a lot of DOG THE BOUNTY HUNTER on Bravo - not got a mullet yet but have picked up some of his methods at work.

5:58 pm

Jude said…

Gav- please never grow a mullet.. am assuming of course that its you not emma.. in which case ditto!!!

1:37 pm

Michael said…

Last year I watched too much Scrubs. Am just now getting into House. You are what you watch? In both these cases, I hope not!!

2:12 pm

Jude said…

Could be worse.. you could be watching All Creatures Great and Small

10:25 pm

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