The End of an Era

I am officially beginning the very last episode of the very last season, and officially ending my months-long addiction to Sex and the City. And I must say, I am little reluctant to go through with it. I can't put into words this show's knee-bending significance. It may sound silly to some. Ok, all. But I admit no shame. Perhaps I've even converted a few.

...Couldn't it have gone on forever, Michael Patrick?

I mean, there's the movie, queued next on my Netflix, right A? But that simply will not satiate the void in my heart.

...There are rumors of a sequel's sequel. And since I've learned you should believe all media-based hype, I most certainly do have my hopes up. And I will most certainly be in that premier opening line with the rest of those fanatical freaks.

UPDATE:
I full on cried through the whole thing. I kid you not, I had to pause to wipe the tears.