After some reluctance, finally listened to Infinite’s latest album. And I like it – the songs are better than some of the stuff they’ve put out the past few years. But I can’t bring myself to love it because of obvious fangirl reasons – the boys all sound great, but my ears have been trained over the years to recognize one certain voice.

And I’m definitely not ready to watch a performance because my brain can’t comprehend the boys dancing without the Dance Machine.

Am I a fickle fangirl? Or am I too loyal? Hmmm.

Steeling myself ‘cause I’m gonna finish Manhole. Because I can. Because i’m so close to the end.

And because there still flickers a small flame of hope that there will be some character growth thanks to the manic magic manhole (or at least dumb time-traveling shenanigans that have been disappointingly missing for episodes).

I did not sign up for some knock-off Lifetime movie about a creepy psycho predator and his obsession with a woman, and the deadbeat who thinks his sole mission in life is to save said woman from the psycho predator only so he can have her for himself.

wtf OCN don’t be swayed by your sister tvN don’t do it

just walk away

respect the honor of sixty minutes

and my attention span