i just woke up after staying up for 2 days straight stuck in my house. studying for the GMAT? no. naked shut in with my lover? no. well sort of. i’ve spent the past 2 days watching 22 hours of breaking bad. it was with my boyfriend and we never got dressed, so hence the sort of naked shut in with my lover part. while i’m happy i’ve finally caught up to all my friends and finished season 4, watching that much breaking bad is seriously hazardous to one’s health. first, almost every episode is already a stressful, nail-biting 47 minutes of drama. multiply that by over 20 episodes, and you’ll feel like you’ve been up for days straight on the walter white blue meth in a crack den. second, when you finally do get to bed, every dream is about being in a drug cartel, having to kill someone, just overall terrifying madness. but even for all the heart palpitations, and increased xanax consumption that came from my self-imposed weekend BB marathon, the great part of it all, was getting to watch jesse pinkman (real name aaron paul) all weekend long in my underwear. jesse reminds me of the guys i dated in high school. always has weed. drives a hooptie. wears clothes way too big. always found “alternative” methods to pay the bills. i thought for sure after over 20 hours straight of him pasted on my flat screen i would have amazing sex dreams about pinkman, but alas, it was all about guns and mexican guys trying to kill me.
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