Millenium last night made me sad. It was about two lesbian inmates that escaped prison, only one was pregnant. So it was an un explained pregnancy that may have ben the child of an intervening higher (or lower) power. (Although she had been raped while se was unconcious, the guy that did it wasn't the father.) In the end, she gave birth, but deid from blood loss and the other, who loved and protected her so much, left the place they were hiding and got shot by the crazy cops (who were just fucking dying to use lethal force, the bastards). Her last words were 'love you more'. That almost made me cry, I could feel the tears.
I'm on the 3rd disc of The X-Files set, on the last ep. I hate it since there were four discs to go through and four days and now there's just today and tomorrow to watch three.
Cause mum messed around in here last night, the bed's now worse then it was. days ago. Why do I bother? I'm gonna do that soon.
I was meant to do the next part of Plaything yesterday but causa tiredness Friday and the plug yesterday I couldn't. I'll try today though, but I might not do anything, or even just do a standalone. I'm in that mood recently. I'm doing a Bob/Ray/Mikey tomorrow.
Bob's hotter then Ray now, it's been hard to choose for awhile but now it's definate.
When Mikey's here I won't be online too much. I might write Wednesday, but Thursday-Sunday is a write off.