How am I 27 years old and I'm still waiting to feel 'ways' about 'stuff?'
There is a seriously unhealthy nostalgia trip going on around these parts and it's called 'Roswell on Netflix.' It's damn startling just how much of my formative years (and by that I mean my teenage ones, when I, you know, formed) is tied up with the WB's weekday lineup. It's startling and sad. Because I'm all growed the hell up now and I still watch and feel like someday I'm going to get swept up in this amazing, life changing, super dramatic, very oh so important situation that is just going to define my character. Only, I think my character has been defined as 'girl who waits for shit to happen.'
AND THAT WAS NEVER IN THE SCRIPT GODDAMMIT. At least, not the pages I read. Who's directing this? This is shoddy film making. Call the XP. Everyone's fired.
No, for reals. I miss livejournal.
AND THAT WAS NEVER IN THE SCRIPT GODDAMMIT. At least, not the pages I read. Who's directing this? This is shoddy film making. Call the XP. Everyone's fired.
No, for reals. I miss livejournal.