I look like a tray of cotton candy carried by an underpaid salesman at a baseball game.
I just finished watching the last episode of “That 70’s Show.” I wasn’t allowed to watch it when I was younger. Something about it being only about drugs and a bad influence. But I started watching it (every episode is streaming on Netflix!) right after I moved out of my parents’ house and it really is what everyone says: amazing. The way that the show epitomizes everything it means to be a teenager, even now, is fantastic. I loved every minute of it. However, every time a TV show ends in which I got emotionally involved with the characters of…it hurts a little bit when it comes to an end. I feel like I become part of the cast. I really am going to miss Red, Kitty, Eric, Donna, Kelso, Hyde, Jackie, and Fez. I’ll even miss the smaller characters like Leo, Bob, Midge, Randy, Samantha, and Caroline. It’s like I’m losing a really close pseudo-family. It’s sad. But I guess all good things must come to an end. So…goodbye, “That 70’s Show.” It’s been real.
I had a dream last night that I was in love and I threw a party and the girl I was in love with left me for some gangsta kid dressed in chains and a red jacket. Tough break.
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