Nov 05, 2007 11:29
Yep, Joss Whedon owns me. Him and his new series. But I thought he said he'd never work with Fox again, after they screwed him with Firefly.
Not that I'm questioning the Joss. All hail Joss. So he has spoken, so shall it be.
My sisters cats are done. I did it. I filled them with porridge.
Damn you Pampers. To some people, this will make sense. Who am I kidding, no one will understand the twisted workings of my mind. I hate my sister.
I am currently watching an entire season of Battlestar Galactica for Pop. There's something wrong with being forced to watch sci-fi when I normally enjoy it. Damn you Pop essay.
Poor Boomer of Season one. I feel so bad for her.
Shout out to Stargate Atlantis girl - hope your computer's still alive.
I really will get around to posting more burned man poetry, it's just hard to rhyme, oh dear god the pain, the pain!
joss whedon,
burned man poetry,
school,
hate my sister