an extraordinary event

Yesterday afternoon, at precisely 4pm, i reached the momentous occasion of now owning 476 DVDs, none of which are burnt illegally, i realise i have a problem but still i think it's healthier to have an addiction to DVDs than an addiction to crack cocaine. Yesterday i acquired the final DVD box set of the West Wing, a TV show of which i have a mior (and by minor i mean major) obsession with, Martin Sheen is a God, for one he is a brilliant actor and another thing he is the father of EMILIO ESTEVEZ AND CHARLIE SHEEN, two of my most favourite actors. Now that i own the complete collection of the west wing i am faced with a terrible notion, there will be no more episodes of this brilliant drama which should have ran forever, if for no more reason then i llove the humour from Richard Schiff/Toby Ziegler and the sexual tension/flirting between Josh and Donna. But enough about that, i should probably mention something of substance, last night was another episode of Holly has a breakdown, this one being the focus of yet again my father.

You see the month of august is dad month and as a result i had a little cry to the boyfriend about where my head is at right now. I made the right decision when i threw my dad out of my life, i'm happier for it but that doesn't mean i don't miss the notion of having a father, i would love to have a father, just not the one i was dealt. And next year with my mother moving away, i feel as though i have no family left, or at least no tangible one and if friends are the family you make for yourself i'm solid but that doesn't mean i don't yearn for a real family and for my family.