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Sep. 28th, 2005 08:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosLeft to go get my license renewed, ended up going to the mall and my cousin's house for tacos and didn't get back until twenty minutes ago. Oh, lovely. *is going through emails like crazy*
And now for Lost ...
Jesus, it's got to be hard to swim with one arm like that.
Okay, is that the first time he's been calling him Mike? Because it seems all weird and friendly and I like it.
YAY! Sawyer's being all heroic, and that's always hot. :)
Aw, poor Michael. Every time we go over this custody thing, I feel sorry for him.
HEE! Desmond's got a pingpong table!
"Are you him?" Uh-oh. That doesn't bode well.
OH, FUCK. That's a shark. *covers eyes*
Aw, poor bleeding Sawyer.
What is this, Kick-Michael-In-The-Gut Day?
"You got a Band-Aid?" Um, OW.
44 days? Well, there's the numbers again.
Damn, I wish that closet door NEVER, EVER opened again.
Of course it'll be handy, Charlie, it's chock full o' heroin, isn't it? *glares* (Although the baby faces he was making were cute.)
Oooo. Desmond thinks everybody on the planet got sick and died, doesn't he?
108 ... okay, so playing with the calculator tells me that 108=4*(23+4). Which doesn't make sense, but boils it down to the numbers, doesn't it? :)
Wait ... your doctor is a what? I couldn't understand him.
DAMN. I would have paid cold hard cash for Kate to get shot.
Oh, God, Sawyer, don't get eaten. The fangirls will have a fit.
No, those two on that pontoon wasn't phallic at all.
He got Walt a polar bear! EEEE!
AWWWW. I swear to God, every time Michael gets a flashback, I feel the urge to hug a kitten.
"We're home." Okay, calling the island home? Is both sad and sweet all at once.
YAAAAAY! Jin!
Next week: OMGWTFBBQ! You know, like usual. :)
And now for Lost ...
Jesus, it's got to be hard to swim with one arm like that.
Okay, is that the first time he's been calling him Mike? Because it seems all weird and friendly and I like it.
YAY! Sawyer's being all heroic, and that's always hot. :)
Aw, poor Michael. Every time we go over this custody thing, I feel sorry for him.
HEE! Desmond's got a pingpong table!
"Are you him?" Uh-oh. That doesn't bode well.
OH, FUCK. That's a shark. *covers eyes*
Aw, poor bleeding Sawyer.
What is this, Kick-Michael-In-The-Gut Day?
"You got a Band-Aid?" Um, OW.
44 days? Well, there's the numbers again.
Damn, I wish that closet door NEVER, EVER opened again.
Of course it'll be handy, Charlie, it's chock full o' heroin, isn't it? *glares* (Although the baby faces he was making were cute.)
Oooo. Desmond thinks everybody on the planet got sick and died, doesn't he?
108 ... okay, so playing with the calculator tells me that 108=4*(23+4). Which doesn't make sense, but boils it down to the numbers, doesn't it? :)
Wait ... your doctor is a what? I couldn't understand him.
DAMN. I would have paid cold hard cash for Kate to get shot.
Oh, God, Sawyer, don't get eaten. The fangirls will have a fit.
No, those two on that pontoon wasn't phallic at all.
He got Walt a polar bear! EEEE!
AWWWW. I swear to God, every time Michael gets a flashback, I feel the urge to hug a kitten.
"We're home." Okay, calling the island home? Is both sad and sweet all at once.
YAAAAAY! Jin!
Next week: OMGWTFBBQ! You know, like usual. :)
