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in my pre-war apartment
My watching of Flash Forward, in brief:
CHARACTERS: *make bad life decisions*
ME: Meh.
LESBIAN FAIL: *is not as bad as I feared*
ME: ...Well ...
NAI: Are you going to break up with this show?
ME: I'm not sure! Evil Dom Monaghan is making me reconsider.
NEXT WEEK'S PREVIEW: *has unexpected Callum*
ME: sdflkfdsdk *falls off couch and hides under coffee table*
No, I actually hid under the coffee table and wailed dramatically because I can't actually break up with the stupid thing until, y'know, Callum comes through and is probably evil and then dead, as he does. Damn it.
Mumble Eastwick's still better.
CHARACTERS: *make bad life decisions*
ME: Meh.
LESBIAN FAIL: *is not as bad as I feared*
ME: ...Well ...
NAI: Are you going to break up with this show?
ME: I'm not sure! Evil Dom Monaghan is making me reconsider.
NEXT WEEK'S PREVIEW: *has unexpected Callum*
ME: sdflkfdsdk *falls off couch and hides under coffee table*
No, I actually hid under the coffee table and wailed dramatically because I can't actually break up with the stupid thing until, y'know, Callum comes through and is probably evil and then dead, as he does. Damn it.
Mumble Eastwick's still better.
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I FELL OFF THE COUCH, SCOTT. Like, actually flailed my way off the couch. It was ~epic~.