There was a power outage
and my electricity/heat was gone for 3 days because I live North of the fucking wall and we had wind gusts of 180 km/h and white snow squalls. In March. No big deal.
My biggest concerns in the three days over the weekend that I trembled, drank wine and laughed at misfortune with good company while seeing my breath:
1.) My cats are cold. PRIORITY NUMBER ONE HERE. I gave them most of my blankets because I REPEAT, MY CATS ARE COLD AND IT’S DESTROYING ME.
2.) I also happen to be cold.
3.) My food is thawing (oh wait no it isn’t, it’s too cold.)
4.) I couldn’t fucking watch the new episode of Riverdale.
BIG CONCERNS HERE.
Guys. Guys. I finally just saw it today.
My SO has been gawking over at me in horror as I cackle, shriek, cry, and gargle (yes, literally gargle) at my laptop.
It has to be the BEST EPISODE YET. I loved the Bughead in the last episode but – but but but – I need to get this out of my system to someone ANYONE
-HOLY FUCK FP.
-Holy SHIT Fred.
-Betty being there for Jughead at the station. FIRST ON THE SCENE.
-FP trying to be there for Jughead and showing that he genuinely loves him but failing miserably and shattering my heart into tiny sharp little glass shards because his alcoholism is consuming him and that demon is real.
-FP is proud of Jughead’s writing I am a hot mess of mascara and eyeliner here-
-Cheryl Blossom being human. I am loving her more and more each episode-
-CLUBBING with V, Reg, Kev and Josie was the ultimate!
-Hermoine doing the right thing, owning her mistake and reconciling with precious baby Ronnie.
-Betty telling Ronnie how Juggie was there for her: “SWOON.” (Yup. Me too, Ron.)
-And Oh my poor sweet Jughead caught in the act of homelessness by Archie living in a fucking closet a la Harry Potter and he DIDN’T WANT BETTY TO KNOW OH GOD. You can tell this is fucking Archie up FIERCE. FINALLY SOME DEPTH FOR ARCHIE. Jughead is like solid gold and he turns everyone elses plotline into gold just by proximity.
-JUGHEAD HELPING HIS DAD HOME AND TAKING OFF HIS SHOES BECAUSE HE’S TOO DRUNK TO TAKE CARE OF HIMSELF- *sobbing into the sun*
EVERYBODY JUST STOP I CAN’T BREATHE–
NOW I HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL THE 30TH?!
Lawd Jesus give me strength. This show is going to be the end of me.
If it gets any better I might just instantly die on my couch the second Jughead says “Our story is about a town.”
*breathes into bag*