So I guess Veronica Mars officially got the axe. What a shame. I really enjoyed the characters.
But, the good news is, less tv watching for me...so far.
*Sniff*
As the great Lady Chablis said, "Two tears in a bucket, motherfuckit."
Now, in the Fall, I'm looking forward to the Return of Jezebel James. And there's Private Practice where I'll get my Chris Lowell fix. And there's actually living a life. Heh.
As the great Lady Chablis said, "Two tears in a bucket, motherfuckit."
And the season finale of Grey's Anatomy. Cheese and crackers got all muddy. (Yes, I'm chewing Orbit Gum, why do you ask?) Sandra Oh rules. Rules, rules rules!
I've been watching the Fallwell Fallout. I tell you, when someone was difficult to love while he was alive, it's so hard to be kind when they croak. Really hard. Until you let go. But if you're going to dance a little jig on his grave, you might as well just donate to his cause.
May the mislead and the misleaders find their way.
In other news, work today was good. It's been bad for working out at the gym, though. I've been able to get in 15-20 minute walks, but I've had a lot of work to balance, and it's good to accomplish challenging feats gracefully.
Some friends of mine received bad news of varying natures today. I think this world needs some extra positive mojo. So, for those of you who are dripping with hope and happiness, move along, you're fine. Keep up the good work! For those who are suffering setbacks, I will wish for better fortune in the coming days. For some good surprises. For many little magical moments that make you giggle as you walk down the street.
I should go to take a lesson from my cat: and go to sleep.
( Peek-churz )