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well, my plan for world-dominating virtue today was scuppered by going shopping with my friend ditzyfrizz. but it was a red-letter day, i bought a piece of clothing for more than fifty bucks and, my friends, i don't know when that last happened. bargain crappy-cotton outlets are my usual source. but i bought a great fire-engine-red military-style shirt and it has SASS.
and then we went back to my friend's muggy, muggy (it's so humid here this week, it reminds me of ole shanghai, all the veins in my feet and hands swelling sculpturally, and a haze of bushfire smoke everywhere, it's quiet weather) and watched eps 3 & 4 of lost season 2.
i have the feeling that lost is on shaky ground and rushing around and keeps jerking from one thing to another while ignoring most of the cast and then regaining its footing but not very much; however, michelle rodriguez is all good, as far as i'm concerned, and i can stick in there, i just enjoy the zaniness.
it is time to speak of my unspeakable love for dr jack. it all started with the fact that he looks just a tiny bit like my ex-fella, who was my fella when lost started, and then there is the way he cries. i love jack crying, and i love that he cries even when he's just a bit hot and sweaty from walking in the jungle, and he cries at memories and he cries at frustration and he cries when he's happy and he cries when he gets bitten by a bug and he cries in almost every scene and i never get sick of seeing jack cry. i think matthew fox does a great job of making jack cry. if i were jack, i'd cry at myself too. also, he's so very responsible and still, is not mentally stable enough to do something about his shirts with no sleeves.
jack, jack, i adore you, you make my uterus twitch.
and then we went back to my friend's muggy, muggy (it's so humid here this week, it reminds me of ole shanghai, all the veins in my feet and hands swelling sculpturally, and a haze of bushfire smoke everywhere, it's quiet weather) and watched eps 3 & 4 of lost season 2.
i have the feeling that lost is on shaky ground and rushing around and keeps jerking from one thing to another while ignoring most of the cast and then regaining its footing but not very much; however, michelle rodriguez is all good, as far as i'm concerned, and i can stick in there, i just enjoy the zaniness.
it is time to speak of my unspeakable love for dr jack. it all started with the fact that he looks just a tiny bit like my ex-fella, who was my fella when lost started, and then there is the way he cries. i love jack crying, and i love that he cries even when he's just a bit hot and sweaty from walking in the jungle, and he cries at memories and he cries at frustration and he cries when he's happy and he cries when he gets bitten by a bug and he cries in almost every scene and i never get sick of seeing jack cry. i think matthew fox does a great job of making jack cry. if i were jack, i'd cry at myself too. also, he's so very responsible and still, is not mentally stable enough to do something about his shirts with no sleeves.
jack, jack, i adore you, you make my uterus twitch.