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bathtiems
Izzie was fully aware of how absolutely ridiculous she looked but she couldn't find it in herself to care at the moment. She was sprawled in the bathtub, aromatherapy salts in the tub, candles lit and cucumbers over her eyes in an attempt to destress. Working under House was exhausting, and combining that with working under Cuddy as a resident ( Read more... ) -
*sprawls*
It was a long day at Princeton-Plainsboro, and a tedious day. Weddings were fucking everywhere and apparently Cameron was glowing and basking along with Brenda and Izzie ( Read more... ) -
early morning, rain is falling
It was Saturday, which meant Izzie didn't have to go in at all. That being said, when she rolled over at 6:47 and there was cold, wet rain plopping against her windowpanes, she thought immediately that she was back in Seattle. She smiled, happy, and thought about creeping out to see George and make some breakfast when she felt the warm press of a ( Read more... ) -
iz drunk?
Izzie stumbled into the apartment she shared with Wes, pressing a messy kiss to Spike's...nose...before crashing into the kitchen in an attempt to get water. She giggled, loudly, and shushed herself before spilling ice and water all over the floor and slipping, cracking her tailbone ( Read more... ) -
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Izzie had been laying in bed for a little while, attempting to read her supposed-to-be-fabulous James Patterson novel while Wes read some Codexy thing written in Pictish Ogham or something. Izzie had stopped paying attention a long time ago. It was always the original something with him, Izzie noted, and that made her laugh. She made a note to ( Read more... ) -
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Izzie was...horny. It sucked, honestly, but she'd promised herself she wouldn't have sex with Wes for a while just to get her head back about things. Still, the man made it hard sometimes. Occasionally he'd say something or do something or just be curled up on the couch with his damn glasses and stubble and God. It was a struggle ( Read more... ) -
shower! (monday april 30)
Izzie hated mornings with a passion and this morning was no exception. It was Monday, it was early and dear God, it was still dark outside and she was going to work. Still, it was better to be working than to not be working and bored and starving, so she'd take it. Still...it was lonely in the microscopic hours when she had to wake up ( Read more... ) -
monday, april 23--afternoon
Izzie had found the kittens earlier and well, one went to Brenda and her kids and the teensy orange tabby went to her because hell, she could use a pet. Anything other than Meredith's McEvil McDog was fine with her and she'd never had pets growing up since her mom couldn't take care of herself, much less a dog or a cat ( Read more... ) -
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Izzie...hit dead about three hours prior. She'd been cramming for her practicals, since she had to retake them here in Princeton, and then she was trying to be super intern and keep all the paperwork up to date and stamped and signed and sent off to administration. She knew she needed to get home and cook for Wesley, seeing as how it was inching ( Read more... ) -
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Izzie was on the couch, legs folded beneath her and charts spread out on the rickety coffee table. She'd gotten paid on Friday, her first paycheck, and the first order of business after work business was figuring out the month's finances. She figured she could get an old computer and set up internet in a few weeks--Wesley would like that, right ( Read more... )