Because I am so bored now that the writers’s strike has killed Ugly Betty for the moment:

Wilhelmina Slater works it out!

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Soon I will be gay enough to start having sex with men again.

Justin notes that pink is the new green, and he and Hilda agitate for white lights and tinsel.  Betty says no way, because this is tradition, and Hilda tells her to get off her balls.  Literally, her Christmas balls.  I am going to start sticking ornaments under people's butts just so I can say “Get off my balls.”

Works for me, Potes.

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That
was
NOT
nice.

Bitch made me cry.

Ana Ortiz better get a Supporting Actress nomination this year, I know that.

It’s not a behind,
it’s an A-plus-hind.

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It’s been a while, but it’s time to yet again prove what a boring git I am.


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I'll get back to actual legitimate journaling (or my nearest approximation thereof) as soon as I get my brains unscrambled (or rescrambled, as the case may be), but I just had to throw this out there:

I know I'm not the only one who noticed.


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She apologizes, and says she just wants to be friends with Daniel now.  Daniel, having gotten over his brief attack of spine, says that he'd like that.  She crosses for a hug, which lasts kind of a while.  Daniel starts smelling her hair and sliding his hands down her back until she pulls away, saying, “Friends’ hands don't go that low.”  Now ( Read more... )