The words snatched right from my fingertips

Pam is my twin. You guys may not know that, but we do — and have known from the very first time we read each other’s blogs. Seriously, we were seperated at birth.

Still don’t believe me? Check out this post.

Then know that I was going to blog almost the same exact thing this afternoon. How’s that for twin telepathy?

I just can’t accept that this is the end — well, because the story was just getting to the good part. It’s like ending Friends before Chandler & Monica got hitched. Or ending 24 before Jack caught the bad guy. Or ending ending Sesame Street before Mumford got his ala-peanut-butter-sandwiches right. Okay, so I’m pushing it with that last one.

I know it’s pathetic to live vicariously through a couple of television characters, but I do. And to be honest, I secretly hope that Alissa and I have the same kind of relationship that Rory and Lorelai do.

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