text messages from lindsay
NaBloPoMo, Day Twelve
Cookies Eaten: Five
Cups of Coffee: Two
Vegetables: None
Naughty Words: Like, a thousand
Mexican Food: Bean Burrrrrito
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Tonight I was in Casa Video (getting the next two discs of Stargate) on the phone with Lauren, and I was whining at her to start watching Farscape so I can have someone to talk to about it when I remembered that I was going to have to blog. And then I was like, shit. What am I going to blog about? I can't neglect it anymore! I need a real entry. And then I looked around me, looked at my phone, and surrounded by TV on DVD, I made my decision.
For the past year or so, I've been systematically corrupting Lindsay's brain. I made her watch Bones, Buffy, Angel, Firefly, Gilmore Girls, and Veronica Mars. And I think I've finally broken her with Battlestar Galactica; her brain is mine. Anyhoodle, she started this thing where she texts me whenever something awesome/horrible happens, and I've tried to save as many as possible. I will now share them with you.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
"you have fruit punch mouth"
"god this show rocks"
"I love Spike with all my heart"
Angel
"if cavemen and astronauts got into a fight, who would win?"
Serenity
"god that was fucking fantastic"
Just in General
"as much as i love grey's, you've ruined TV for me in many ways."
Battlestar Galactica
"no more mr. nice gaius!"
"this shit's fuuuucked up."
"my gods everything has been blown to frakking hell."
"oh.my.god."
"WOW"
And, my personal favorite:
"why did Starbuck just blow up?"
I think I'm giving her The X-Files next. But now that I'm almost done ruining Lindsay, I need somebody new to ruin. Anybody wanna volunteer? I have exceptional taste, and I promise it'll only hurt for a moment.
Cookies Eaten: Five
Cups of Coffee: Two
Vegetables: None
Naughty Words: Like, a thousand
Mexican Food: Bean Burrrrrito
- - -
Tonight I was in Casa Video (getting the next two discs of Stargate) on the phone with Lauren, and I was whining at her to start watching Farscape so I can have someone to talk to about it when I remembered that I was going to have to blog. And then I was like, shit. What am I going to blog about? I can't neglect it anymore! I need a real entry. And then I looked around me, looked at my phone, and surrounded by TV on DVD, I made my decision.
For the past year or so, I've been systematically corrupting Lindsay's brain. I made her watch Bones, Buffy, Angel, Firefly, Gilmore Girls, and Veronica Mars. And I think I've finally broken her with Battlestar Galactica; her brain is mine. Anyhoodle, she started this thing where she texts me whenever something awesome/horrible happens, and I've tried to save as many as possible. I will now share them with you.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
"you have fruit punch mouth"
"god this show rocks"
"I love Spike with all my heart"
Angel
"if cavemen and astronauts got into a fight, who would win?"
Serenity
"god that was fucking fantastic"
Just in General
"as much as i love grey's, you've ruined TV for me in many ways."
Battlestar Galactica
"no more mr. nice gaius!"
"this shit's fuuuucked up."
"my gods everything has been blown to frakking hell."
"oh.my.god."
"WOW"
And, my personal favorite:
"why did Starbuck just blow up?"
I think I'm giving her The X-Files next. But now that I'm almost done ruining Lindsay, I need somebody new to ruin. Anybody wanna volunteer? I have exceptional taste, and I promise it'll only hurt for a moment.