I Can't Even . . .
Aug. 5th, 2010 06:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
raeschaeSo it's 6:46 am, and I've been awake for almost three hours. Not cool.
Slight disclaimer: I am exhausted, all sortsa hormonal, and that makes me a little emotional. Still, I have to share this.
While I could have spent the last few hours writing, the epic incoherence of my brain in its sleep-deprived state would have resulted in some truly horrific story-telling. Instead, I decided to watch last night's episode of So You Think You Can Dance. Maybe my opinion is a little bit skewed by yesterday's smack down of Prop 8 (insert flappy hands and flailing squeals here), but this piece is not, as it was explained in the intro package, representative of a friendship breaking down. This is love when it's messy, imperfect, real, and beautiful.
Slight disclaimer: I am exhausted, all sortsa hormonal, and that makes me a little emotional. Still, I have to share this.
While I could have spent the last few hours writing, the epic incoherence of my brain in its sleep-deprived state would have resulted in some truly horrific story-telling. Instead, I decided to watch last night's episode of So You Think You Can Dance. Maybe my opinion is a little bit skewed by yesterday's smack down of Prop 8 (insert flappy hands and flailing squeals here), but this piece is not, as it was explained in the intro package, representative of a friendship breaking down. This is love when it's messy, imperfect, real, and beautiful.
