Okay, so, I am seriously considering killing my TV. I have three TV shows I watch: 90210, House, and Secret Life of the American teenager.
In Secret Life, Amy is like "Oh my god, I can't handle this, I can't handle this!!!" Grow UP!!! When Du decided to have sex, Du decided to risk having a baby. That simple. Oh yeah, and of course RICKY'S DAD!!! *SELLING* the child??? NO!!! And calling Ricky a liar when he's NOT. That' horrible.
In 90210, Ethan is possibly dead, at the VERY least badly injured, and we don't get to find out for TWO WEEKS!!! Dixon dumped Silver, and though I can't say I blame him, she still didn't deserve that, especially so suddenly.
And of course House. At first I was simply pissed that no Huddy stuff has been going on, and now it looks like they're trying to kill Cuddy off!!! NO!!! Fourteen is rapidly developing, which is just another sign of the Apocalypse. Foreman doees not deserve anyone! He is a horrible monstrosity. The baby storyline is idiotic. I miss Stacy so much.
I feel better now, just a little bit though. All in all, this has been a very BAD week.
In Secret Life, Amy is like "Oh my god, I can't handle this, I can't handle this!!!" Grow UP!!! When Du decided to have sex, Du decided to risk having a baby. That simple. Oh yeah, and of course RICKY'S DAD!!! *SELLING* the child??? NO!!! And calling Ricky a liar when he's NOT. That' horrible.
In 90210, Ethan is possibly dead, at the VERY least badly injured, and we don't get to find out for TWO WEEKS!!! Dixon dumped Silver, and though I can't say I blame him, she still didn't deserve that, especially so suddenly.
And of course House. At first I was simply pissed that no Huddy stuff has been going on, and now it looks like they're trying to kill Cuddy off!!! NO!!! Fourteen is rapidly developing, which is just another sign of the Apocalypse. Foreman doees not deserve anyone! He is a horrible monstrosity. The baby storyline is idiotic. I miss Stacy so much.
I feel better now, just a little bit though. All in all, this has been a very BAD week.