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Waiting and waiting




Finally, after HOW MANY seasons, Josh and Donna on the West Wing had sex. Earlier in the week, I'd argued with someone against calling it the "fornnication" show. Because it's Josh and Donna! He loves her so much he doesn't even know it. And she worships his every word. But times have changed on the show. Their witty, speed-of-light banter is gone. I don't know why I expected any less disappointment from this.

But it wasn't romantic. Or loving. Caring. Or even very silly, as one would expect from these two. We didn't even see a kiss or caress. He didn't even hold her afterwards.

So I guess fornication might fit.
F-ing.
Doing the Deed.
Getting to know in the biblical sense.
Or my favorite descriptor, from someone in my life whom I'd not expect to make the statement...
Doing the nasty.

Next week, Leo McGarry bites the dust on the show (rest in gentle peace, John Spencer), and I'm guessing that'll destroy everyone. Hopefully enough so that Josh will just tell her he loves her, already. I'm tired of this drama.

Oh, and by the way, Santos is close to winning the election. If anyone cares anymore.

Comments

Brianne said…
Do you ever miss the days of Ross and Rachel?

I'm just hooked on a guilty pleasure, and that is America's Next Top Model. NO idea why...
6:53 AM
Brianne said…
Oh oh - and I'm DYING to know who said "doing the nasty."
6:55 AM
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