My life is boring.
I've gotten my internship/year abroad options down to three countries: Malta, Scotland, or Australia. Though my runner-ups are Italy, Ireland, Norway, the Czech Republic, and the Netherlands. Ughhh, I can't choose! I am the worst decision-maker in history.
So I was watching an old episode of Lost today. Like, really old. Like, season one old. "All The Best Cowboys Have Daddy Issues". And that scene where Charlie is hanging in the jungle, and they cut him down and pound on his chest, and everyone thinks he is dead, and then he gasps back to life and starts clutching at Jack and there are tears of joy... Yeah, that scene still gets to me.
Oh, and uh, BOONE! ♥
Criminal Minds.
JJ! It's good to have her back.
Spencer, darling, please buy some new razors. This five o'clock shadow you have going on just isn't doing it for me.
Stoneface looked like he was trying not to laugh when the Detective mentioned the psychic. I don't blame him, really.
And every time necrophilia is mentioned, all I can think of now is poor Pimmy Jalmer from NCIS: "For your information, I have never had sexual relations with a corpse!"