"Now we need to give it some x!"
You guys, there is a very important bit of news I think we need to address: Sarah Michelle Gellar's name change.
What are we supposed to do? Am I supposed to be able to just change horses, no longer even midstream but a good three-quarters stream, just like that? Sarah Michelle, I want to honor and respect your choice, but it's hard! Is your professional name still Gellar? Will you now want to be credited as Prinze? Are we supposed to refer to you as SMP now? I AM CONFLICTED. FLIST, I NEED YOUR INPUT:
Poll gellarprinze
2. Items in my purse:
-iced tea spoon
-fork
-cosmetics bag (countless untold wonders within)
-chococat day planner
-work keycard
-2 pens
-tenorikuma wallet
-sample size jar of nexium
-ativan
-3 carbon receipts for dog day care
-chapstick
-car keys
Other things of possible note:
-Cats in sweaters
-I might actually have floors in my house tonight, which would both allow me to remove my desk from the kitchen and the guest bed from the dining room, and make me very happy.
-I'd like to read a story where aliens make John share his feelings, which is a fate worse than death; also, it turns out that he isn't actually harboring fear and uncertainty and rage and insanity all the time--he just constantly turns to Rodney or Ronon or Elizabeth or whoever and says, "I love blueberry muffins, they remind me of sleep," or, "In ninth grade I felt like Morrissey really spoke for me, but now I'm more of an Everly Brothers man," or, "This grass tickles!" Also, maybe a story about cozy pants and fireplaces. Okay, I think that one's actually a Mary Sue about me sitting in front of a fireplace in my awesome cozy fuzzy cabin fever pants I got on sale at REI this weekend, drinking hot chocolate with Bailey's in it.
-John could also be really passionate about keeping closets tidy--he has always masked it as military rigor, but his new condition forces him to reveal that when supplies are out of order, it just bugs him. "It's so ugly!" he says, heaving boxes of MREs out into the hallway. "Don't you want things to line up? It just drives me crazy to see a closet full of boxes out of alignment. And don't get me started on these stupid shelves! I have always hated the amount of wasted vertical space in these fucking closets."
What are we supposed to do? Am I supposed to be able to just change horses, no longer even midstream but a good three-quarters stream, just like that? Sarah Michelle, I want to honor and respect your choice, but it's hard! Is your professional name still Gellar? Will you now want to be credited as Prinze? Are we supposed to refer to you as SMP now? I AM CONFLICTED. FLIST, I NEED YOUR INPUT:
Poll gellarprinze
2. Items in my purse:
-iced tea spoon
-fork
-cosmetics bag (countless untold wonders within)
-chococat day planner
-work keycard
-2 pens
-tenorikuma wallet
-sample size jar of nexium
-ativan
-3 carbon receipts for dog day care
-chapstick
-car keys
Other things of possible note:
-Cats in sweaters
-I might actually have floors in my house tonight, which would both allow me to remove my desk from the kitchen and the guest bed from the dining room, and make me very happy.
-I'd like to read a story where aliens make John share his feelings, which is a fate worse than death; also, it turns out that he isn't actually harboring fear and uncertainty and rage and insanity all the time--he just constantly turns to Rodney or Ronon or Elizabeth or whoever and says, "I love blueberry muffins, they remind me of sleep," or, "In ninth grade I felt like Morrissey really spoke for me, but now I'm more of an Everly Brothers man," or, "This grass tickles!" Also, maybe a story about cozy pants and fireplaces. Okay, I think that one's actually a Mary Sue about me sitting in front of a fireplace in my awesome cozy fuzzy cabin fever pants I got on sale at REI this weekend, drinking hot chocolate with Bailey's in it.
-John could also be really passionate about keeping closets tidy--he has always masked it as military rigor, but his new condition forces him to reveal that when supplies are out of order, it just bugs him. "It's so ugly!" he says, heaving boxes of MREs out into the hallway. "Don't you want things to line up? It just drives me crazy to see a closet full of boxes out of alignment. And don't get me started on these stupid shelves! I have always hated the amount of wasted vertical space in these fucking closets."