Oh the sad bastards... // 10.03.02
So as of about 2 hours ago, I've watched the most recent episode of Buffy 4... count 'em, 4 times. I don't know what my problem is. I just can't stop watching the end. I'm very hopeful that Spike won't be completely crazy for very long. So, yeah. Last night was a bad night for TV if one didn't want to be depressed. Spike was all sweet to Buffy and she was all, whatever. Poor undead vampire man poured out his soul (literally, now) to her. It was kinda sad. Despite the heart wrenching nature of the scene, I couldn't help but stare at the TV with a mixture of horror and hysteria. I sat for the duration of the hour desparately hugging my left knee to my chest and gawking wide-eyed and open mouthed. It's really kind of pathetic how enthralled I get with that show. So then, I caught the last 45 minutes of Moulin Rouge. You know, the part where Nicole Kidman finds out she's dying, goes and breaks poor Ewen McGregor's heart into 10 million little pieces, then Ewen comes to see her, they end up declaring their love for each other again, when BOOM! She finally up and dies. You know... THAT part. So yeah, it was Sad Bastard night last night. It's a good thing I wasn't depressed or that 2 hours could have sent me over the edge. Don't you love how I talk about these people like they're real?
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