Smallville

Sep 25, 2009 16:45

I was at the doctor getting the annual ladyparts poke-and-prod today - unpleasant as always, even though my GYN is great - and I rewarded myself afterward with the SV S8 Blu-rays. I hadn't planned on buying them due to my justifiable hatred and bitterness, but I couldn't stop myself. It just kind of happened? IDK. Needless to say, Failsday will never again be viewed in my house, but I still feel kind of dirty. (Not the fun kind.)

Then I came home to find all these people posting nine reasons why they still watch SV. (I suspect masochism is involved. Not that there's anything wrong with that.) Good for them. I don't. I'm drawing the line HERE.

SV is a VERY BAD BOYFRIEND, one who has done me wrong for the last time. I'm not going to listen to it begging for my forgiveness and promising me it will never happen again and that this time things will really be different. I'm not falling for that again. Not even for shirtless BAG! (That's what YouTube is for.) I'll find out what happens in S9 from those on my flist who have stronger stomachs than I do.

Anyway, H is gone for most of the weekend doing athletic things, so I'm going to watch all the pre-Failsday Davisy bits multiple times and remember when Davis and Chloe and their mad chemistry seemed to be on a different and much better-acted show than everyone else. Sigh.

davis bloome, chloe/davis, smallville, is that a star destroyer in your pants?

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