The Pot and The Kettle

I guess it should come as a rude, but necessary, awakening, when Netflix cuts off your queue at 500. I just didn't know this was coming.
Ok, if this is God's way of telling me to put more energy in more relevant aspects of life, I guess I can accept that. But that doesn't mean I at all know how to execute.

This is all so Ally McBeal of me, btw.
Note: I am not in anyway complaining against the fine company Netflix or its 500titles-a-queue limit.

Final Thought: Wow.

Labels: messed up life, netflix