I feel like a big bitch. I just chased off my roommate and his friends to his room. They were watching tv, and I was annoyed, but it's his house too, so...
But, apparently it showed, and he appologized, and they left. Now I feel like a big bitch. 'Cause, I mean, really. I could have gone to my room...one is easier than three.
Not a bitch.
He's had tons of friends over all the time. He can hang in his own room for a bit.
I feel like a big bitch.
OTOH, maybe they recognized that tons of work to do trumps hanging out doing not much of anything.
Raq, my deepest sympathies to your friends. That is probably the most ghastly thing happening I could possibly imagine.
Raq, that's tragic. Sympathies to your friends. I can't imagine what they're going through right now.
Raq, that is terrible. Much ~ma to your friends.
{{Raq}} {{friends}} peace to their newborn's memory.
I just watched the episode of Bones that made Steph cry. It made me cry too.
Ah, I feel vindicated.
was it the angsty music? tell me that it wasn't the angsty music.
Speaking only for me, it was not the music. I have issues with kids being/feeling abandoned (yeah, yeah, I know -- I have plenty of therapy under my belt), and when Bones was talking to the kid and he was all traumatized thinking that his foster mother wouldn't take him back -- I lost it.
It's a pretty easy button to push, even when the execution of the scene isn't stellar. (It's also why I always always always turn off
Hope Floats
before Geena Rowlands' funeral and Bernice's shithead father walks away.)
Anyway. Enough about me and my mental illness.