WaT, WTF
I'll be short and bitter. Sorry for my English, now more than ever.
I'm not talking about continuity here, because the lack of continuity is the last of my thoughts, right now.
In John Michaels Jack woke up at the end of his nightmare. Why nobody is waking up (maybe Martin under the effect of painkillers?) at the end of this... this.... thing.
If I ever read a crack-fic written just like this episode, I'd think that that was the worst crack-fic ever.
I don't usually enjoy crack-fics, but I give them the credit to ease our mood, once in a while.
ITALIANS ARE NOT LIKE THAT. THEY ARE NOT ALL MAFIOSI. THEY DON'T SING A 60S SONG THAT'S MUCH MORE KNOWN IN AMERICA THAN IN ITALY.
What The Fuck?
Who is that incredibly cute -cuz this time he was incredibly cute- dark slender guy who joked and sang with that other dark not-goodlooking guy at the bowling? Someone I'm supposed to know?
And who is that incredibly cute dark slender guy playing games with the dark skinny bitch? Someone I'm supposed to love?
Well, as previously announced (see recent days) my heart sank.
I wouldn't mean to talk like an angsty fanfic, but, yes, I'm having a weight in my chest and can't breathe. Yes, I have a lump in my throat. Yes, my stomach is wrenching. Yes, I'm drowning. Yes, I'm gonna burst into tears cuz TPTB and Enrique killed Danny Taylor.
Why do I have the feeling that Enrique is loving it all? What was I thinking when I chose him as my favorite?
I didn't read any of your comments, and I can't promise I will or that I will answer to them. Nothing personal, but I need to cool off, if I ever manage to.
smilla02, I'll write you a mail later. Congrats!!
orison, I'm afraid I'm gonna ask you a favor... I'll send you a mail.
meredith44, I hope I can work on my icons for the wat_icontest, but now I'm gonna shower and I don't know if afterwards I want to see those faces again.
I can't promise I'm still here the next days. This is too much.
I'm not talking about continuity here, because the lack of continuity is the last of my thoughts, right now.
In John Michaels Jack woke up at the end of his nightmare. Why nobody is waking up (maybe Martin under the effect of painkillers?) at the end of this... this.... thing.
If I ever read a crack-fic written just like this episode, I'd think that that was the worst crack-fic ever.
I don't usually enjoy crack-fics, but I give them the credit to ease our mood, once in a while.
ITALIANS ARE NOT LIKE THAT. THEY ARE NOT ALL MAFIOSI. THEY DON'T SING A 60S SONG THAT'S MUCH MORE KNOWN IN AMERICA THAN IN ITALY.
What The Fuck?
Who is that incredibly cute -cuz this time he was incredibly cute- dark slender guy who joked and sang with that other dark not-goodlooking guy at the bowling? Someone I'm supposed to know?
And who is that incredibly cute dark slender guy playing games with the dark skinny bitch? Someone I'm supposed to love?
Well, as previously announced (see recent days) my heart sank.
I wouldn't mean to talk like an angsty fanfic, but, yes, I'm having a weight in my chest and can't breathe. Yes, I have a lump in my throat. Yes, my stomach is wrenching. Yes, I'm drowning. Yes, I'm gonna burst into tears cuz TPTB and Enrique killed Danny Taylor.
Why do I have the feeling that Enrique is loving it all? What was I thinking when I chose him as my favorite?
I didn't read any of your comments, and I can't promise I will or that I will answer to them. Nothing personal, but I need to cool off, if I ever manage to.
smilla02, I'll write you a mail later. Congrats!!
orison, I'm afraid I'm gonna ask you a favor... I'll send you a mail.
meredith44, I hope I can work on my icons for the wat_icontest, but now I'm gonna shower and I don't know if afterwards I want to see those faces again.
I can't promise I'm still here the next days. This is too much.