I think I'm unhealthily excited for next season of The Hills. Maybe someday I'll grow up.
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2 comments:
don't grow up panda!
ZOMG, me too! I have to watch it after the kids are in bed. There is something intensely wrong about watching The Hill while my husband reads the Economist. Oh well. He can donate his brain to science.
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