I watched Trekkies 2 the other night [and painted my nails fabulous Gunmetal] and it made me question my devotion to my main pop culture obsession [no, not Britney] - Battlestar Galactica. I know that I am into it on a level that would get me featured in a documentary about Battlestar Galactica fans, but I do like it. A lot. The trouble with BSG is that it's difficult to feed your obsession as materials are limited.
Even though Joseph and I agreed to not buy each other xmas gifts - he has since broken this three times. I have stuck with it - I didn't even buy him a birthday gift [yes, I know - worst. girlfriend. ever.]. Anyway - on Thursday I was the proud recipient of a mysterious package all the way from California. It contained an assortment of BSG goodies for me - an official shirt, patches with the BSG insignia and two pins which mean I'm a Viper pilot [which of course I totally could be - eyesight be damned]. I loved it! So today I wore my new BSG shirt and formal pin in public. The shirt says FRAK! in BSG font!
No one beat me up for being a nerd. Sometimes I miss high school.
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