You think straight, but your mind is not your own.
Scandal pretty much blew my mind on Thursday. I watch it with my Nana because she loves Shonda and because I enjoy Shonda when she's not being inconsistant and repetitive and well...during the last five minutes? She screamed. I screamed. We screamed. (I don't want to spoil anyone who's not seen it.) Damn you, Shonda. DAMN YOU. (I also am fighting the urge to catch up on Grey's Anatomy. Someone tell me, is it good again? Is it?!)
I'm pretty angry at my cable box for lying to me and telling me that Haven wasn't new on Friday when it WAS. I like to watch Haven live and now I have to hunt it down. Bad play, cable. Bad play.
I'm up to season six of The X-Files, arguably the best season. My hatred for Diana Fowley knows no bounds. Literally, as I am watching, every few minutes I'm texting my bestie comeon_eileen reiterating how much I hate her. It's my shipper heart. It grows teeth and wants to eat her.
I am also in the middle of writing a TVD drabble. Caroline/Klaus, naturally. XD
Real life news:
I am apparently irresistible. I had a stalker briefly on Facebook (but hopefully I have shut that down, only time will tell). Those of you who friended me over there prolly saw it. The guy who kept commenting on my wall asking me out and telling me I'm pretty? Even though I told him I didn't want to date him in REAL LIFE before he friended me on Facebook. I was like "Are you trying to publicly shame me into going out with you? Won't work. I don't experience shame." Then I had it happen AGAIN with another guy! I knew him from when I worked at Target so when he friended me I was like *shrugs* and he immediately started private messaging me and talking about hanging out. *head/desk* No one seems to understand that I am a solitary person. I don't want to hang out with other people. My innate distrust of people (and men in particular) had evolved into a sort of avid dislike of 'hanging out'. I'd rather be focused on doing something that needs to be done or making my own choices about what I'm going to do. I hate compromising or considering other people when I'm looking to do something for fun. I want to go to the museum? I'm going. When I want to go? When I want to. What am I going to see? What I want to. LOL.
Also, in a particularly funny bit of...well not irony, more like comeuppance...I don't think any of you will remember Kyah (mentioned here and here), but she was my friend when I worked at Target. We did alot of stuff together and I was her ride to and from work and we had huge falling out after I left Target and couldn't do those things for her anymore (and Nana chose that time to be like "I never liked her, she was just using you"). Anyways, I ran into a former coworker from Target who informed me that Kyah is now back in jail. LOL. I laugh because I knew she'd been arrested, I didn't know she'd gone back to jail. It was for writing bad checks, of all things (since in my job I regularly catch things like that). That's karma, baby. KARMA.
I'm pretty angry at my cable box for lying to me and telling me that Haven wasn't new on Friday when it WAS. I like to watch Haven live and now I have to hunt it down. Bad play, cable. Bad play.
I'm up to season six of The X-Files, arguably the best season. My hatred for Diana Fowley knows no bounds. Literally, as I am watching, every few minutes I'm texting my bestie comeon_eileen reiterating how much I hate her. It's my shipper heart. It grows teeth and wants to eat her.
I am also in the middle of writing a TVD drabble. Caroline/Klaus, naturally. XD
Real life news:
I am apparently irresistible. I had a stalker briefly on Facebook (but hopefully I have shut that down, only time will tell). Those of you who friended me over there prolly saw it. The guy who kept commenting on my wall asking me out and telling me I'm pretty? Even though I told him I didn't want to date him in REAL LIFE before he friended me on Facebook. I was like "Are you trying to publicly shame me into going out with you? Won't work. I don't experience shame." Then I had it happen AGAIN with another guy! I knew him from when I worked at Target so when he friended me I was like *shrugs* and he immediately started private messaging me and talking about hanging out. *head/desk* No one seems to understand that I am a solitary person. I don't want to hang out with other people. My innate distrust of people (and men in particular) had evolved into a sort of avid dislike of 'hanging out'. I'd rather be focused on doing something that needs to be done or making my own choices about what I'm going to do. I hate compromising or considering other people when I'm looking to do something for fun. I want to go to the museum? I'm going. When I want to go? When I want to. What am I going to see? What I want to. LOL.
Also, in a particularly funny bit of...well not irony, more like comeuppance...I don't think any of you will remember Kyah (mentioned here and here), but she was my friend when I worked at Target. We did alot of stuff together and I was her ride to and from work and we had huge falling out after I left Target and couldn't do those things for her anymore (and Nana chose that time to be like "I never liked her, she was just using you"). Anyways, I ran into a former coworker from Target who informed me that Kyah is now back in jail. LOL. I laugh because I knew she'd been arrested, I didn't know she'd gone back to jail. It was for writing bad checks, of all things (since in my job I regularly catch things like that). That's karma, baby. KARMA.