The boyfriend is currently freaking out over Breaking Bad, a show I was never really able to get into. It wasn't the violence that got me, which is what everyone assumes. It was that after the first three episodes I couldn't really identify with any of the characters and I honestly didn't care what happened next.
Last night the boyfriend was all riled up over the show (we watch everything on DVR since we're rarely home, I have no idea when the show actually airs). While he was talking about gun battles and voice mail messages, my ever so supportive and loving response was "Dude, I have to be up in like 6 hours, so I'm gonna turn off the light, that cool?".
Then I remembered I was once an X-Files fan, and when this:
Changed to this:
I completely lost my shit.
I've also gotten sucked into Lost and Battlestar Galactica, both which had really disappointing endings, so maybe I'm just jealous that he picked a show that actually knew what it was doing and could end itself with dignity.
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