For as long as I can remember my dad has periodically sung my name, always in the same 4 note melody. I thought it was this little ditty he'd made up for me when I was tiny, wasn't that cute, etc etc, until I was fully 24 years old and was listening to the radio and out of the blue heard something shockingly similar. I called home and made him explain...turns out he'd just been singing the chorus of "Victoria" by The Kinks to me for my entire life.
My sainted father also does my taxes, and I don't even have an excuse as I only have one job that conveniently comes with a W-2 and no spouse or anything. Every April he makes noise about this being The Last Time and then a year later he just calls and asks me to send him any paperwork I have and then a few weeks later I magically get a refund, and really this setup is working out so well for me that I'm not going to question anything about it, ever.
I changed my profile picture on Facebook and within 5 minutes my mom had left me a voicemail telling me to take off my chipped nail polish.
I once ate so many Sour Patch Kids that the next morning my tongue was peeling. Luckily I had a friend with me, and her tongue was also peeling, so neither of us were alone in our shame and disgust. I have never eaten that many Sour Patch Kids in one sitting again, but I fear I have come pretty close.
The Fifth Element!! It bored me to tears even though everyone I know adores it. I also bought into the hype and saw The Avengers in theaters and it was mildly entertaining, I guess, but I mostly just thought it was stupid.
And I have a longstanding disdain for Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid; I watched it on a family vacation when I was younger and my entire family is horrified at how openly I have hated it ever since.
I have never read Catch 22 or A Clockwork Orange or Infinite Jest or...anything by Mark Twain other than maaaybe a chapter; I wrote a paper on Bleak House without actually finishing it; I've never even tried to read any of the Russian classics. I was an English major but my focus was mainly on reading Jane Eyre as many times as possible.
oh no, the ghost sex. I think I'd blocked that out. Poor Denny didn't get a peaceful afterlife, huh? They just kept bringing him back.
It was incredibly boring and there were no real gaspworthy cliffhangers (except for Secret Sister, I guess, but I didn't gasp so much as roll my eyes extravagantly), but I'm still not over that final "dance it out" moment for Cristina and Mere. It's 5 months later and my best friend and I are still looking at each other meaningfully and saying "He is not the sun. YOU ARE." on a regular basis....
I almost never comment but I am just so happy to discover that I am 1) not the only Toast reader to still be watching this ridiculous show and 2) not alone in my suspicions about the absurdity of the timeline for the secret sister (aka Lexie 2.0, as I'm calling her). I am keeping all of my fingers crossed that this is the last season, to be honest, because I love it and I'm committed at this point but there's only so much more I can take.
YES. I owned at least 4 or 5 of the original Mary Poppins books and read them a lot, but the chapter with the Pleiades is one of the few that sticks in my memory to this day.
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