crushed hopes and dashed dreams
December 5, 2008 by iwentwest
dear g-d: it’s me, alex. please please please dont let Helena lose her job. Again. Kbye.
ive never even used the term fail before. but it so applies.
Sent at 10:55 AM on Friday
i’m kind of dreading this season.
Alexandra: me too
it’s going to be awful
Alexandra: i just want light fun, no one dying / being an alcoholic / cheating on their one true love / burning something down / getting fired from their job / going to jail / getting cancer / being assaulted / being blackballed / leaving someone at the altar / doing drugs / having their life stolen by an ungrateful, less attractive doppelganger / or dating men entertainment. i want flowers and puppies and flirtation and late nights dancing and group hangs and early mornings cuddling and crazy sexy chemistry and professional success and financial security and good hair and no bad things happening to good (or severely battered-after-five-seasons) characters. oh and i want rachel shelley all to myself.
is that too much to ask?
Val: yes that is.