Friday, June 12, 2015

Emily

These days, I seem to blog only when I'm emo. I miss the times when I used to be funny (shut up! I was too funny!). 

This time around, I'm sitting here watching a show. The star and his love interest have had sex. Now he's looking at her with love and she's looking demurely back. I usually find this sort of thing nauseating. I do not comprehend the need for mushy crap. Can't we just shoot and blow things up? Must there be a kissie face scene? I mean ugh!!!

So yeah, I'm here. Watching them be in love. And I'm wondering how the writers will break them up and keep them pining for each other. Then I think about other shows and what device they used to achieve that end. Then I think of their sex scenes; and their love. And I start thinking about when I will get such a love. Will I? I think I want to be in love. Hug, cuddle, do the whole doe eyes or whatever. Just be safe and happy that someone loves me. 

Ok. I just flashed on a past sex scene. Which leads me to think I'm just bloody horny. Cuz really, hugs? Cuddles? That's basically foreplay man. Sooooo yeah, emo moment over. 

Oh I just thought of a show that has no love interest. All blood, guts and explosions: Supernatural! 

Never mind. Forgot about that homoerotic bromance they have going on.