My living room looks like this. And I'm okay with it.
I think I gave ML a complex because of how heavily engrossed I was with the loincloth-wearing hotties of Spartacus. It took weeks for my neck to stop aching after I spent one whole weekend, hunched over my computer like some deranged Quasimoto, and devoured all three books in the Hunger Games series.
And I don't even need to mention what happened when I read Twilight. You know.
I swear if I could have this unswerving fixation on other things in my life, like my career, I'd be a fucking billionaire. As it is, when I'm not totally obsessed with something, I spend the rest of my time wandering around in some kind of oblivious semi-coherent daze.
But this time, oh man, this time I've got it bad. For the Sons of Anarchy.
Hot guys? Check. Kick ass action? Yup. Fucking amazing storyline? Oh hells yeah.
Beard and tattoos? My vagina just 'sploded.
I had no idea how sexy I find bad-ass motorcycle dudes until I started watching this series. It originally aired on FX and the fourth season is set to renew this year (if it hasn't already).
Having grown up in a town where my friends and I were possibly the closest things to criminals, I have no idea just how "true" this show is to what goes on in a real motorcycle gang (or club) but if you don't care about that sort of thing you'll love this show.
The Sons are an interesting group of characters and one of the things that I like so much is that, no matter how despicable their actions might be, there is still something so... endearing. About all of them.
The scenery is just exquisite. The mountains are nice, too.
The plot (and sub plots) twist and turn and make for one crazy roller coaster - the kind you never want to get off. In general, I am not the kind of person who yells at the television when I'm watching something but I've done it while watching this show. More than once.
If you're interested in checking out this series, you can stream the first two seasons on Netflix. I ended up buying the third season from Amazon's streaming service.
I promise, you won't regret it.
Also? I kind of want Twitarded leather jackets now. I mean, we might not be gun-running motorcyclists but we are a pretty fucking awesome gang...
Looks like RPattz already has his Twitarded leather after all...