When the boys were at choir practice last night, I skulked over to Amazon Prime to see if “Girls” was available on instant video. First, I downloaded a cast interview.
(Do I even like these people?
DAMN IT. I do.)
Then I inhaled the pilot episode (delicious),
Devoured episode two (NOM NOM NOM),
And spent the next 45 minutes Googling “Why does God have to be such an egregious dick when it comes to distributing talent?”
Grr. I wantsome.
Lena Dunham is 26 years old, and she is the creator (and writer, andstar, and, BLESS HER HEART, director) of a show so smart and funny and beautifully acted, I’m simultaneously inspired and suicidal.
And a little whiny.
All at once! It’s like a pu pu platter of emotion in my heart.
- OHMYGOD YAY THIS SHOW IS SO AWESOME.
- Too bad I’m too slow-witted and old and bad at Zumba to write something awesome like that
- Wehhhhh. How come Lena got all the brains and body confidence* and Golden Globes? *wet fart noise*
- Pass the crab rangoon
WHAT IS THAT WORD?