In Memoriam of Breaking Bad… Bitch


I’d just like to preface this post by saying that my life will never be the same again. And that I never thought I could love someone as much as R.Gos until Aaron Paul’s stunning face made an appearance in my bedroom one fateful Sunday night.


Do you people follow his social media feeds? He calls his equally perfect wife pretty bird.


Pretty bird. AKA she’s a bird. AKA if she’s a bird he’s a bird.


He is literally perfect.

A perfect man for a perfect role on a perfect series. I could not have been happier with the finale of Breaking Bad. I thought the way it ended was positively romantic.

I just can’t believe it’s over.

And what the hell else was I supposed to do tonight? The first Sunday I am without Walt, Jesse, and the rest of the miserable gang. I promised myself I wouldn’t cry so that option was off the table. So instead of sitting around with my thumb up my you-know-what I just need to sit here and reminisce with you about the best series that ever lived.

I can’t even watch Malcolm in the Middle anymore, and for years I maintained that it was the best show on television. Well B. Crans. You’ve outdone yourself. Although now that I know your depth as an actor I just can’t look at Malcolm’s silly, unsure, freak of a father the same way anymore.


I was behind a bald man in the elevator the other day and nearly shed a tear for Mike and he was gone a whole season ago… It just feels like it was yesterday.

Thank AMC Walking Dead comes back next Sunday, I don’t think I could stand another Sunday night un-entertained with this kind of loss still so fresh in my heart.


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