Alias Junkie Extraordinaire
Chapter 2
Even more confessions of insanity from a Californian Alias Junkie.
So a blonde walks into a bar..
Nah.too typical. And besides, I suck at telling jokes.
Here I am again. Here to tell you how hopelessly obsessed with Alias I truly am. I might need a shrink some day.
Ok, I am not one of those girls, who when opens her locker at school reveals a shrine, yes, a shrine, totally devoted to the one, the only, Josh Hartnett. And then next week it's all about Lance Bass or Aston Kutcher (What ever his name is.)
In fact I am the total opposite. I guess by my lack of knowledge on how to spell Aston's name proves my point.
I have never been one of those girls that is totally obsessed with one teen idol after another. And when my friends asked what happened to Crush #47 I'll ask myself what the hell I was thinking.
Nope, that's not me.
Well not really.
I discovered Alias and then Michael Vartan. I have posters. I have a shrine.
My binder is devoted to Michael Vartan, Jennifer Garner and everything Alias.
My friends ask me who I think is hot and then they realize what may answer is when I hold up my binder to their face, open my locker or pull out my recording of the season finale that I have stowed away into the depths of my backpack.
That tape has become the "Teddy" or "Blankie" that every other 3 year old is known to posses. But I am a 15 year old girl!
And do you want to know the thing that really sucks?
I don't know anyone who watches Alias. No one. Well except the few of you who I talk online with. But still.
I am the only Alias Junkie I have ever met. It seems that California (or at least my home town of Fallbrook) is completely and utterly devoid of fellow Alias Junkies.
Help Me!!!!
Love until later,
Kat
Chapter 2
Even more confessions of insanity from a Californian Alias Junkie.
So a blonde walks into a bar..
Nah.too typical. And besides, I suck at telling jokes.
Here I am again. Here to tell you how hopelessly obsessed with Alias I truly am. I might need a shrink some day.
Ok, I am not one of those girls, who when opens her locker at school reveals a shrine, yes, a shrine, totally devoted to the one, the only, Josh Hartnett. And then next week it's all about Lance Bass or Aston Kutcher (What ever his name is.)
In fact I am the total opposite. I guess by my lack of knowledge on how to spell Aston's name proves my point.
I have never been one of those girls that is totally obsessed with one teen idol after another. And when my friends asked what happened to Crush #47 I'll ask myself what the hell I was thinking.
Nope, that's not me.
Well not really.
I discovered Alias and then Michael Vartan. I have posters. I have a shrine.
My binder is devoted to Michael Vartan, Jennifer Garner and everything Alias.
My friends ask me who I think is hot and then they realize what may answer is when I hold up my binder to their face, open my locker or pull out my recording of the season finale that I have stowed away into the depths of my backpack.
That tape has become the "Teddy" or "Blankie" that every other 3 year old is known to posses. But I am a 15 year old girl!
And do you want to know the thing that really sucks?
I don't know anyone who watches Alias. No one. Well except the few of you who I talk online with. But still.
I am the only Alias Junkie I have ever met. It seems that California (or at least my home town of Fallbrook) is completely and utterly devoid of fellow Alias Junkies.
Help Me!!!!
Love until later,
Kat