LOST, but NOT found.

Well, LOST is finally over. After SIX years of watching that crap, I can't say I'm glad I did it. I hate on myself pretty hard about wasting time watching television, and especially for becoming a huge geeky LOST fan, but this season was by far my favorite. Not because it was the end, and definitely not because it was the best season, but because I finally found the people I was supposed to be with in the ending. We had a kick-ass group of Losties, and made every Tuesday island-er-iffic with feasts and revelry.

I'm not a very religious person, so I was pretty disappointed with the ending. People guessed the "heaven/purgatory/hell" connotations in the FIRST season. Duh! I kept watching in hopes that they would use 6 years of crunk-ass mystery to leave us with something more than a little Bible beating. As much as I'd love to talk about all of the questions I am STILL left with, and give a million angry words on my opinions, I won't. I know that there aren't many people who will read it, and even less people who give a crap about LOST. Goodbye.