Okay, fine, I give the fuck UP.

I'm seriously starting to think that Fate just wants me to be working overtime in a crappy CD factory always barely scraping by, just so I can go home to my empty apartment and stare at a wall alone for the rest of my fucking life.

*cries*

A completely non-spoilery comment regarding this week's "Pushing Daisies"

It has taken me three episodes to realize that I'm equally as in love with Chuck's clothes as I am with Chuck. And that her red dress is my moment of zen for today.

Er, aside from rewatching that clip of Noah and Luke making out, that is. (What? It makes me happy in my pants. And yes, the italics are enormously necessary.)