lost.

Dec 08, 2004 21:01

those bastards. those dirty fucking bastards.



my god. when i saw charlie, hanging there.. like that, i thought it was over. then kate cut him down and jack couldn't revive him... god. i thought charlie was dead, for sure. i thought they'd killed him off. i started CRYING like nobody's business. then.. thanks to jack's stubborness.. he came back! man, they scared me to death.

i wonder what state claire's in now.. i hope she's alright. and i wonder why they wanted her. i mean.. she's pregnant, what could someone do with a pregnant girl, about to pop? worst thing is, next week they're not even gonna have a new episode. damn it.

what do you think that piece of steel was, that locke and boone found? maybe an underground thing 'they' built for themselves, as to be safer and harder to find?

damn, i really wanna see the next episode. i hate this; the waiting...

other than that, my day was fairly uneventful. i felt fat. felt very anxious all day. umm.. felt ugly. jake didn't talk to me, karol touched me. but you know, it was a touch inspired by a pushing-out-of-the-way thing. long story.

how exciting.

OH, OH! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DOM!
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