The Apple of My Eye
Dearest Netflix,
Have you been doing something new with your font? Is that a new shade of red you’re wearing? You look ravishing tonight. When was the last time I told you that I love you?
Ever since I finished binge-watching seasons 1-2 of Arrested Development, I’ve been counting the days until season 3 would debut on DVD and find its way into my hot little hands. Today was the big release date, and I thought if I was lucky, and you saw the open spot on my queue, and you liked what you saw, that maybe, just maybe, you’d ship it today and I’d receive it tomorrow.
But I was wrong, Netflix. I was very wrong. Can you imagine my surprise when I rifled through the mail and saw your crimson missive of love? It trembled in my hands, and I eagerly tore through the seal (sealed with a kiss, no doubt), and a crisp new Arrested Development: Season 3: Disc 1: Episodes 1-7 sleeve fell into my palm. Brand new. Never been watched. You knew how much I wanted this, Netflix, and you cared enough to send it yesterday, blinded by love and willing to bend the rules just this once. You know what I like, and how I want it.
I won’t forget this, Netflix. I know Alan has said horrible, traitorous things about trying Blockbuster. I want you to know, Netflix, that I’ll never stray. It’s me and you, baby. Thank you for making my media dreams come true.
With a heart full of love,
Kiki




