Dude. You're a Cohen now. Welcome to a life of insecurity and paralyzing self-doubt.

Bad news.
The OC has been cancelled.

It would seem as though life ended, just a little. I remember the days when I would overhear girls at the tutoring center talk about marissa or justin tell me, "no, it's not even because of the girls. the girls aren't even that hot. it's something else. it's just so good." and i scoffed. and then one weekend lea and i sat with cookie dough chocolate chip haagen dasz and watched season one straight through and basked in the joys of adolescence when it was ok for us to become slightly obsessed (remind me to knock next time, in case there's a threesome going on). that weekend, my brother scoffed, but then sat down for one, and then i caught him take my dvds and watch the whole season right after us. it followed into the john jay 11 lounge, where we converted many and endured season three and "the horse" and then ruggles, where tivo saved us all.

now i cry. it can't end. at least I have my dvds and endless memories of our good times together, saving chrismukkah, finding luke's gay dad, and people using each other's bodies as jungle gyms.

"she's hot ... for chino."