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[chelseagirl]

Bathroom renovations complete -- it is a pleasure to use a bathroom that does not have a crumbling ceiling or walls. Now we can wash the bathroom floors without having just as many plaster crumbs back the next day. A new era of domesticity -- hurrah.

Because of the renovation-based mess last week I skipped laundry day and discovered that while I have at least two weeks worth of everything, M. does not. He had to borrow a pair of my socks to go to work tonight -- how sad is that? I didn't want to find out what happens when he runs out of underwear, so it was laundry time this evening. Yup, still a sad git with no social life. Or rather, a sad git whose partner works on weekends, so that our time together is during the week, and whose friends tend also to propose gatherings during the week, because of how their partners have normal schedules.

Actually, that makes weekends pretty productive. Did a lot of diss. reading today, then decided to spend the evening doing laundry and renting a dvd of Sex and the City (Season 4, disk 1 -- I had no idea what I was up to, but my video store has a record of all my rentals. Which is pretty scary, really). I am in the fascinating position of not knowing what everybody knows, except for vague spoilers about the ending. I love Steve. They should *all* marry Steve. And why Carrie can't make things work with Aidan, who I adore (I have a Northern Exposure based crush on John Corbett which enables me to forgive him for, well, much of his career, really), and continues to obsess over Big, who is the personality double of my most toxic ex-bf . . . Oy. And yes, I am spoiled on that aspect of the show's ending.

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[cissa.livejournal.com]

Big was wretched. I couldn't stand him, don't think the actor is cute, and that whole plotline damaged my opinion of the series. But then, anyone stupid enough to dump Aidan probably deserves Big. :P

[chelseagirl.livejournal.com]

I was horrified to learn that they get back together at the end. I cannot tell you how many friends' hands I have held as they have agonized about their own personal "Bigs", nor the depth of my self-delusion when I thought mine would "come around eventually." It was exactly the wrong message to send to the audience.

I was single in NYC from the ages of 21 to 40, btw, so I feel like this is definitely my territory! Met my husband at 39, but he lived in another country for the first year we "went out."