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Okay, this is just getting ridiculous.
Sep. 21st, 2006 06:42 amDear "Hate Me",
Oh, do I.
Sick of hearing you on every fucking radio station I turn on,
Me
Oh, do I.
Sick of hearing you on every fucking radio station I turn on,
Me
Sep. 21st, 2006
I didn't tape Jericho last night, so I'm going to have to torrent the bastard. Story of my life, really.
I'm probably going to do the same thing with Grey's Anatomy, because I'm not exactly sure if I can tape both that and The Office on my cable. It's a little bit weird like that. And in a choice between the two of them, with Jim and Pam, so goes my nation. Because God knows my nation isn't going anywhere near Meredith and Derek without disinfectant and the phone number of a good psychiatric hospital. I take a little heart in the fact that my cable guide only mentions poor crazy Izzie's situation, but you just know it'll be ten minutes of Izzie and thirty minutes of Meredith debating who to fuck like anyone gives a damn who's got the ten-o'clock reservation in her vagina and who's got the ten-fifteen.
Um, I may be bitter. But then again I just spent the weekend watching Jim and Pam spend an entire season doing things like save a guy they hate from public humiliation on more than one occasion (admittedly, it's the opposite of the embarrassing situations they've put him in to start out with, but still) and take a dork they loathe to the hospital and I can't see Meredith and Derek taking ten minutes out of their annoying "illicit" sex schedule to do either of those things, and they work in a freakin' hospital.
... okay, yeah, that's bitterness.
On the plus side, I organized my writing schedule last night at work. No, really, this is more momentous than it seems.
I'm probably going to do the same thing with Grey's Anatomy, because I'm not exactly sure if I can tape both that and The Office on my cable. It's a little bit weird like that. And in a choice between the two of them, with Jim and Pam, so goes my nation. Because God knows my nation isn't going anywhere near Meredith and Derek without disinfectant and the phone number of a good psychiatric hospital. I take a little heart in the fact that my cable guide only mentions poor crazy Izzie's situation, but you just know it'll be ten minutes of Izzie and thirty minutes of Meredith debating who to fuck like anyone gives a damn who's got the ten-o'clock reservation in her vagina and who's got the ten-fifteen.
Um, I may be bitter. But then again I just spent the weekend watching Jim and Pam spend an entire season doing things like save a guy they hate from public humiliation on more than one occasion (admittedly, it's the opposite of the embarrassing situations they've put him in to start out with, but still) and take a dork they loathe to the hospital and I can't see Meredith and Derek taking ten minutes out of their annoying "illicit" sex schedule to do either of those things, and they work in a freakin' hospital.
... okay, yeah, that's bitterness.
On the plus side, I organized my writing schedule last night at work. No, really, this is more momentous than it seems.
Title: this ain't the world we live in, kids
Author: Troll Princess
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Word Count: 700 words (kind of short for me, but whatever)
Spoilers: "Pilot"
Pairing: Sam/Jess
Warnings: Pre-series, and that's about it.
Disclaimer:Veronica Mars Eric Kripke is smarter making more money than me.
Summary: Sam knows Jessica's father.
Author's note: I had this idea last night. I have no fucking clue where it came from, but I had to write it OR ELSE. Plotbunny's orders.
( this ain't the world we live in, kids )
Author: Troll Princess
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Word Count: 700 words (kind of short for me, but whatever)
Spoilers: "Pilot"
Pairing: Sam/Jess
Warnings: Pre-series, and that's about it.
Disclaimer:
Summary: Sam knows Jessica's father.
Author's note: I had this idea last night. I have no fucking clue where it came from, but I had to write it OR ELSE. Plotbunny's orders.
( this ain't the world we live in, kids )