Jesus. What a finale.
Despite the fact that everyone was using everyone's lines: (“I can't promise to be with you through sickness and through health,” - Burke, then Izzie says it to George.....yeah, maybe end of season has made y'all tired), a real little show stopper.
Fuck, what a firecracker of an episode. You had me sitting on the edge of the couch stuffing carrot cake into my face in an anxious frenzy.
Anyway, if you guys could just pass this letter onto the crew responsible for these characters and the storyline – I'd be forever grateful. I have shit to ask.
Why didn't Christina get her happy ending? And why didn't Alex run to Eva? Run to her, you big hunk of spunk. But no. He. Was. Too. Late.
Why, Alex, why? You are the hunkiest, most lovely, most sincere beautiful boy on the show, why do you have to be the ultimate Commitment Phobe? You're perfect in any which way. I basically want to spawn your children.
And yet, GOD! You've frustrated me, Al. You're amazing, but you can't just fucking let yourself love someone, can you? Your gene pool is exceptional, if I may so myself, and if I wasn't dating someone else, I'd really like to hook up. Well, actually, no, I wouldn't. You're a commitmentphobic ass. But...you were so close! God, Alex. The frustration.
Izzie, babe, you've really disappointed me over the last while. I liked you in the beginning. You were that feisty beautiful bird from the trailer park, and then you fell in love with George. (Whose completely ADD and annoying.) I won't give up on you – because maybe you'll end up with Alex, which would be nice. Alex makes anything look good.
Christina falling apart in her wedding dress. Good one guys. That was epic, I felt my heart breaking too. Jesus, the grief.
I wonder if Alex could make it all better?
George failing his internship. Nice work, I thought it would be Izzie. Nice that Alex passed his.
Meredith and McNotDreamy. I actually have no comment. Like, whatever man. I'll bet Alex has no comment either.
So. How the hell am I to continue on my monday night couch sprawls, semi-starkers, eating carrot cake and leftover pasta, without you? (And Alex?) Yeah, sure, you get this kind of fan mail all the time. (.....) And, admittedly, there were some hugely frustrating and irritating aspects to this programme. But I'm devastated you're gone. I'm gonna have to wait 'til February until the new series.
(When will I see Alex again? Does this mean I have to download pictures on Google Image? Like all the other undignified juveniles out there?)
And let's not go into the Home & Away saga. That's tomorrow's post. I know it's not your issue.
And no, I refuse to watch the next series on DVD. It won't fill my Monday nights.
Yours in will Burke come back, will George quit, will Alex find Eva (Oh God, Please find her!....Run to her....Go to her.....Be with her......And call me), and also please consider adding Colin Firth to the cast – Mark Darcy would be super steamy in a hospital,
Peas On Toast
PS: Alex, ag, nevermind. Sort your shit out. For the rest of us, please.
PPS: Sorry I didn't use your real names. Like, I know your name's not Alex in real life. But then, calling Meredith Ellen Pompeo and Christina Sandra Oh just sounds too formal.