As if I didn’t have enough fictional characters to obsess about, I became addicted over the weekend to yet another show.
It wasn’t supposed to end this way. It started out as a mere curiosity to see what “Ryan” is doing post-OC and just how old Ponyboy Curtis is now. Three days and eight episodes later, here I am, counting down until the next episode airs. Sigh. Oh well, at least I’m showing a little diversity now since this latest obsession shockingly has nothing to do with vamps. ☺
Side note: Thanks to the show, I also found some beautiful, new (to me), haunting music that I can’t get out of my head.