I have a confession to make.
Despite being totally behind the eight ball on this, I am totally smitten, obsessed, head over heels for Breaking Bad.
It's super good.
I watch it almost every night, because I am trying to catch up on six seasons. Yes diary. I am that far behind. It's almost embarrassing. It's almost retro. Yo.
But I am out and proud. I love it. So. Damn. Much.
In fact, I think I am turning into Walt White. Except for the illegal stuff. Ok. Except for all of it.
And I've got a mad keen crush on Jesse Pinkman. Except for the illegal bits.
The fact that I love the show so much may be ok to deal with. You can accept me for this obsession, because millions around the world are equally as enamoured by it too.
However tonight, when my husband said: 'I need a break from Breaking Bad' he might as well have ripped out my heart, stomped on it, and then rubbed it on the dirty kitchen floor.
I've got a Breaking Bad crush, and how very dare he get in the way of it.
Now I'm *allegedly* lined up to watch a Benigni film tonight. Can you imagine my despair?
No. Probably not.
What to do dear diary? My husband wants me to break up with Walt and Jesse - I'm now in a love square. Me. Walt. Jesse. Matt. = Awkward.
Think of me tonight, when I am torn from my friends. It's going to be tough, but I'll just sweat it out. Bitch.