How many of you watched Smallville last night with a big doofus grin on your face?
And how many of you watched it cringing in horror, through bitter tears??
Anyone?
Well...
What. the. hell. have. they. done. to. my. Lex?!
Never again do I want to see the Prince of Sexy Darkness giving pep talks in the high school locker room before the big game, or, oh, mother of pearl, sitting in the stands and watching the game!!
The man has an empire to run. A father in prison to knock-off. His own soul to grill over the hot coals of I've Never Been Loved, Otherwise I'd Be Good self-torment.
Kill me. Just...kill me. It would be kinder.
Because what they did to Lex was just a sweet passing thing compared to what they did to Chloe.
Oh, Chloe. Oh, oh, oh, Chloe. God hates you. That's the irrefutable fact, and it sucks, but maybe it's just easier to face up to. As opposed to staying plucky and smiling that bright, dimply smile in face of...all the puke that comes your way.
Lana and Jason. Whatever.
Lois and Clark. Ok. I'll allow this bit of light into this bitter diatribe. Loved the Scooby-Doo antics of getting the goods on the cheerleaders. Love Clark, and TW's, fabulously bad acting with the head blonde. I smiled. There, I said it.
Again, not enough fussy, intense Jonathan. Still no Lionel. And the dark mythology, cave and symbols, and freaks with blades or twins growing from them...M.I.A.
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