Apparently my puns are either on or off, so consider yourself fortunate. I'm lovely, and yourself? ...and y'know, I want to praise you rotten about the Heroes thing, but I've always been late to the party, so.
I liked it. Or maybe I just dig you altogether. I'm very good. You don't have to praise me about anything, beautiful. I consider it a compliment when you speak to me at all.
It's the ascerbic wit. It overshadows anything that might not be attractive about me. Or something. ...all I'm sayin' is that Monday nights are my favorite, and you and yours have a lot to do with that.
I get it. Someone was telling me that my physical beauty overshadows everything about me that might not be attractive. I was insulted, really. Thursday nights are my favorite, you should know. And really, it's just your fault. No one else's.
It doesn't hurt or anything, but I can see where you'd be offended. I'd have actually gone with charm, though. And y'know, I'll very gladly take that blame, David.
Because charm sounds nicer. Anyway, I will always regret having worked with only Kate for that episode I had the pleasure of saying I was working on Grey's. Why couldn't we have gotten it on in the on call room?
Because that would've actually made my day/week/month and we can't have that. ...and I was probably still hot for Burke, if we actually cared about continuity.
No one cares about continuity. I don't care about it, anyway. If Meredith gets to be weepy and depressed every episode, you should be able to get it on with me in the on call room.
As a dreamy new doctor that looks a bunch like that one patient's husband? Better yet, the guy was in medical school at the time. I don't know. What are you doing tomorrow night?
And I was going for the real Dr. Drake Ramoray. ...y'know, I wish I could pretend I was busy, but Ben and Jerry's isn't a Sunday exclusive and I'm a pretty squirmy liar, so. Generally, nothing.
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