From the start, I was hooked on Mike Delfino. From the very beginning. His rugged good looks...his badassness...his mystery...his name and how it rolls off the tongue. I liked him. I didn't even like the show that much at first, I thought it was ridiculous. A show about DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES? Stupid.
No, Mike was my favorite. Tom being a close second (Trombone 3D Banana Patch. Snow Shovel). Young Parker and Mj were my favorites as well, but that's because they're so adorable and one day I'd hope to have children that are as cute as them. Lee is in there too..."Just say the whole word, how much time are you actually saving?"
Anyways, I went through EIGHT seasons of Mike being my favorite character in the show. I guess I didn't waste eight years of thinking that, maybe the past couple months, but still EIGHT SEASONS of him being my favorite.
And what happens? HE DIES? Why why? I'm serious this is the worst thing because after three seasons of you just wishing they'd stop being fucking stupid and get married. Then a season of them being married, then divorced and still in love, then two and a half seasons of them together....I WANT TO KICK SOMEONE IN THE FACE. Couldn't it just have been.....I don't know, I don't want to say Carlos or Tom but Orson? He's useless and a creeper. A really really creepy creep.
Mike F-ing Delfino? I hate my life. Hate it. Hate hate hate my life. Not really, I'm just being melodramatic. I don't hate my life because a guy on a soap opera died.
What makes matters worse is that I JUST WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT. But I cannot because the two people who watch it in my life, haven't seen it yet. So the only place I can discuss how Mike Delfino dies is on the computer to a random blog that almost no one reads.
In that moment, as I sat and watched it all play out, I almost died. Mike shoved Susan and then everything froze. I thought Susan died for about half a second so I literally YELLED, "WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!?" and stood up to get closer to the tv as Mike's life passed before his eyes. And then he was hit in the chest and died. WTF I'M DYING - I'M F-ING DYING. I can't even handle this shit.
Goodbye, I'm going to go bawl into my pillow now.
P.S. To those of you who actually read my rants about stupid shit. Thank you so much. You must have a really high tolerance if you can read the ramblings of an almost-not-teenager-anymore.
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