If only someone died. I don't mean this as a condemnation of last night's season 2 finale because it was a wonderful episode if you like resolutions and damaged romance and crazy people the way I do. But this season has been so fraught with insidious darkness stalking the series' major characters that a death seemed inevitable. Like a cool Brooklyn death off a fire escape during a roof party, a real consequence for the foolishness of youth. But, no one, died, thankfully, and instead Shoshanna gains her independence; Jessa's off to find a better universe beyond Brooklyn; and Hannah and Marnie are rewarded for their awfulness with true love.
So Tired: A Girls Recap
Memories of past love are tough to contemplate at young ages, but it happens to most of us because we are all made of guts and mush that liquefy like meat left out in the sun if they go unused. In your 20's you drink too much or ingest too much of something or overthink yourself into catatonia. But it sometimes starts…
*makes hang loose sign*
The football scene from the Fearless Freaks.
OH FAT DREW BY A JILLION.
For $13 two hands and ONE ear. / <<<<<<<>>>>>>>
For Emma: Have you been to Belize?
Please send your address to Dave Matthews and he'll send you crap from someone's desk.
I wanted to move on. And it's $6 per tug. Thank you.
