Three statements of fact:

[judecorp]

I went to Cari's house to lie on her space bed.
I watched episodes 9, 10, and 11 of The L Word.
I ate too much cheese.

~//~

p.s. I don't like the way The L Word is going. It's gone from being too cheesy to too melodramatic. A miscarriage and an affair in the same relationship? Does happiness make for bad television? Perhaps I am too naive. (Although I will admit that I was pleased that the closing credits song for episode 11 was Joan Armatrading's "The Weakness in Me," which is my favorite song by her (and incredibly fitting). And likewise that they played "Hallelujah" by my man Rufus in episode 10.) Unfortunately, "Weakness" has put me in kind of a downer mood, since I listened to it quite a bit when Jen and I broke up the summer of 2002.

Are you so strong, or is all the weakness in me?

Comments

[yotto.livejournal.com]

Point the first:
Yes, happiness makes bad TV. Case in point: Full House

Point the second:
Your friend has a Space Bed? Kick ass!

Point the third:
If a cursory check of Google counts as research, there is no such thing as a Space Bed. I claim the phrase as my own.

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

I dunno. Sometimes I'm just in the mood for a little Feel Good television. And by Space Bed (which I do believe I coined FIRST, thank you very much!), I mean that "memory foam" stuff.