I love my friends very much. I'm currently living with my best friend Amber and her husband.
Amber is really great. We have a lot of things in common and we enjoy a lot of the same things. It's pretty great. The thing about Amber is that she discovers something new, researches it to death, adores it completely (it's really too cute to be called an obsession) and then makes other people see or read or listen (or whatever) to it so that they will love it just as much as she does.
(She's sitting next to me right now and I have to bark at her to look away so she doesn't spoil the read.)
Usually, when she tries this on me, it does end up being a good thing and it works well. I end up telling her I did enjoy it and she was right. There are some very rare occasions, however, when it turns into a hit or miss type of situation.
This evening, I am the second-hand watcher of Smallville. This series is one of Amber's misses. True, it is possible that the fact I haven't seen the beginning of the series doesn't help, but now I've seen a few of the episodes and I really don't know how I could get interested in it.
(And before you even suggest it, Amber, let's keep watching True Blood instead of starting on Smallville, m'kay?)
Still, though I'm fiddling around on my laptop while Amber and her husband watch this, I don't hold it against them. The point of this post is that I'm glad my best friend and I don't agree on everything. It gives us stuff to debate about. She knows I drag my feet on stuff even though, in the end, we usually enjoy whatever project she forces on me.
Getting to sit next to her and make fun of her show is still considered as time being spent with her. I really enjoy it anyway. Even though Smallville kinda sucks and is pretty freaking dramatic.
Amber's great. She's a stunted runt and didn't know where Hawaii is and she's American, but I love her anyway.
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