Dear lord, please save me from staying up all night watching pirate uploads of True Blood...I finished reading all 9 of Charlaine Harris's Sookie Stackhouse series on Friday. Now, all I can do is watch this show! I know how I missed it, I have not had cable in a million years...and even the Internet I'm using now it totally ghetto...but damn ya'll, this shit is addictive! For the first time ever in the history of me, I think I love this show more than I like the book. The shows creator seems to really grasp living in the south, and the characters are very real. For the first time, I see people and not a forced, phony caricature of the way 'southern folk' act. One of my favorite parts in the books is when Sookie notices while visiting a town outside Chicago, that every one finds women with a southern accent charming and attractive, while they regard the men's twang as plain stupidity...already assuming that the women were unintelligent but sexy...I guess it just makes me miss Georgia even more than before, the people and places...the general debauchery that comes off as completely normal behavior. Those nights I spent sleeping on a park bench next to a pile of my own vomit, in a tiny leopard print dress...or tripping my ass off and climbing a brick wall to the colonial cemetery and passing out on one of the above ground slabs, befriending crazy Russians and loving it, learning to be a great bartender, shaking my ass in nightclubs 5 nights a week...I want to have my cake and eat it too, I like burning the candle at both ends...the only thing I did not do during those 'pre-baby' years is have tons of random sex...I was completely brainwashed in love with one crazy motherfucker that eventually got the privilege of becoming my first ex-husband! Well, at least I am trying to make up for that now...Good times ya'll, good times.
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