A BUNCH OF STUFF

I love you, True Blood. 

Man. “Skins” is over. Like, for real over.

This most recent season was disappointing. But end of season five (above) was great. Everyone happy, fucked up, crashing a party, and screaming along to a band with their new friends. That’s the sort of time “Skins” is supposed to make you wish you remembered having.

This show came along at the perfect time for me. Post-“The OC,” sophomore year of college, as-always looking to TV shows as way to understand and avoid my life. The thing was I kept meeting people and they kept showing up at my house and I’d just put on episode one of “Skins” and they’d think I was super cool. I’ve recommended it to so so many people. I’m convinced I am single-handedly responsible for its state-side popularly and subsequent MTV parody. So sorry about that.

And now it’s done and I’m old and through with college maybe even moving away and the world is ending probably, right? Right. And that’s okay.