I feel bad. My cousin (not the cute one, and NO, not the arabic one) is dating one of my brother's good friends. He's not the most handsome guy in the world, but he's good looking and has a great personality (what can I say, he's my cousin...?) And she, well, she's very.. nice. Anyway, they've been dating for a while now and everything seems fine. I've seen them argue a few times here and there, but what couple doesn't argue from time to time?

Well, my brother told me a few weeks ago that he was dropping her after the holidays. I just recently thought about this because the time is near, and I feel bad because we all know and she doesn't. She'll be so hurt, and even though she's my brothers friend, and not mine, I feel sad.

I just keep telling myself there's nothing I can do, because virtually, there isn't anything I could do. I hate these situations, even when I'm not a part of them.

A couple of nights ago I watched a movie which, in my opinion, was based entirely on David Bowie in tight pants. True story, true story. Despite the perpetual shots of his crotch, it was a rather good movie. The Labrynth, if you've seen it. I'd watch it again.

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