I've been watching too much Grey's Anatomy lately. Netflix is my newest addiction and so I've powered through the first two seasons in a week. It's been a chance for me to bask in bittersweet nostalgia. It's also been a chance for me to contemplate mortality, life and death and the practice of saving lives. Because of course I can't just watch a trashy primetime soap opera without getting all philosophical. Also I am a morbid person so contemplating death is not an uncommon passtime for me*.
To counteract the macabre musings on death elicited by a few too many emotional episodes of Grey's Anatomy, I have spent a lot of time this weekend indulging two of my most comforting addictions. Online shopping and smoking cigarettes. I am self-destructive. I have a pathological need to screw up my life. So I spend all of my money on clothes I don't need and I smoke too many cigarettes. Maybe this new outfit will make me feel better and I'll finally be perfect and happy. And this cigarette can take the edge off my annoying existence. I'm just trying to get through the day.
Obviously I am not in a blogging mood. I am in a stay-in-bed-and-wallow-in-my-misery kind of mood. So I am going to stop this worthless waste of internet space and go back to my important Sunday plans i.e. lying in bed and pretending that I don't exist.
*Yes, I am fully aware that I sound like an emo fourteen year old...but really I'm just like those pale kids who wear black all the time. I may dress in bright colors and floras and appear to be a normal college kid. But I'm dark and twisty inside just like Meredith on Grey's Anatomy. Pathetically cliched, but such is my life.
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