I have a vice. I try to hide it. I try to ignore it, but it’s as unignorable as eating and breathing. I’ve even tried not to blog about it. It’s a secret I keep, like sneaking off to my room with a bag of chips and a pint of ice cream. Now it’s even better, I sneak off to my room with a bag of chips, a pint of ice cream and Grey’s Anatomy. I am a junkie. When you’ve seen it 8 times, you’d think it’d be enough, but I’ve always had a problem with delaying gratification. Nobody taught me that.
Where do I even start? I never wanted to be this addicted, let me make that clear. I only wanted to see what the fuss was about when I decided to watch the first episode. But 20 mins. into the thing, I found myself screaming, “This is a great show!” And I was hooked.
Now I’m caught in the stories. Meredith, who can be really messed up sometimes. George, who I wanna kick in the groin for lacking in backbone sometimes. Izzie, who is so cute and so perky. Alex, who I wanna kick in the groin all the time. It’s a compulsion. Just when he redeems himself, he does something utterly bastardly. Addy, who played a tranny in CSI (thanks Pi, I’ll never get that out of my head) and who’s really nice deep down (what’s with the chocolate drink, woman? Doctors drink coffee. And why are your scrubs pink?) Dr. Webber, who is all cheifly and stuff. Bailey, who is really a Nazi. Burke who is all serious with a soft spot. Christina, whom I could just repeat what I said about Burke. And McDreamy. He makes me wanna swoon. Hehe And I’m not the swooning type.
Yep, I’m a fan. I’m obsessed and I can’t help it. Now I want more!