i think i have ocd.
a mild case.
i am very particular with how i like things.
i think i got it from my mother.
she was a SUPER clean freak and ocd prone.
it actually annoyed my father,
but he was use to her craziness.
its like she could tell if i moved something when she wasn’t home.
i grew up thinking she had cameras hidden everywhere.
shit yes i was.
she hit hard.
her shit rubbed off on me.
so i got my cable back last week.
can we say,
i been streaming for a while because i couldn’t afford the joys of live tv.
even tho i got use to that,
i missed watching tv on my big screen with the surround sound.
ever since i got the cable back tho,
i have been obsessed with making sure the hd is crisp and vivid.
i want the MOST of my hd experience.
i need every color to pop,
every flaw and pore,
curves on butt cheeks and potential prints,
and i need to feel like i’m there in real time.
NOT THAT REAL THO!
anyway i finally got it to a perfect setting after obsessing over it.
i could see the outline of king james jock strap as he played.
don’t even get me started on the curve of chris paul’s cheeks.
on his face.
yeah i’m a weirdo.
i guess this explains why i’ll check everything twice before i walk out the door.
i even unplug things only to re-plug them when i get back in the house.
don’t judge me.