the best of us can find happiness in misery - "something about football" i don't care blah
The Great Michael Bolton once said, "how can we be lovers, if we can't be friends?"
Yes, Psych. How can we?
I wish I could show you how much I don't care. I even put "i don't care psych" into Google, and a Fall Out Boy video came up. That's how much I don't care.
You know who else Googled it?
These two. Although they may have been Googling "missing foot" or something, I just don't care.
I do care Lassiter has a Mac, because that means this fic-mix-drabble may be coming true.
Juliet gets picked up by a footballer, because she likes footballers, and Shawn dresses as a footballer, and she looks to Lassiter to see if he's reacting/jealous/alive/drunk...
...and of course he's amused and LOL LOL LOL OH O'HARA, YOU ZANY PARTNER.
Thank you, Google Image Search.
There was a lot of awesome partnerz-partnering, though.
Quite a bit of gangin' up on Shawn, which I enjoy.
A bit where they looked like they were holding hands, and the perfectness of them together made up all weep uncontrollably like an actress in a telenovela.
Mags was appalled that she ogled her real-life boyfriend's ass, because having that relationship transfer onscreen would be freakin' weird, wouldn't it?
This guy has a bigger rack than me.
Dule looked fine in this episode. Maybe it's the whole polo-khaki-strut thing, but boyfriend? Cue Nelly
I could get behind Gus/Juliet. I don't care. She's in kelly green, I don't care.
Dressed as an ice-cream cone, I don't care.
But Tim looked amazing, which is something I do care about. I love you, Omundson. One day, when a TV producer is drunk and gives jesshelga and I a millionzillion dollars to create our amazing TV show The Brothers Noir, you will be used to your full capacity, and can even sing the theme song. In a suit.
Oh, now you care, Detective. Geez.
END
DEAD TO ME
I DON'T CARE
In other news:
Apparently my roommates don't want to be present when I watch the episode pictured above.
Yes, Psych. How can we?
I wish I could show you how much I don't care. I even put "i don't care psych" into Google, and a Fall Out Boy video came up. That's how much I don't care.
You know who else Googled it?
These two. Although they may have been Googling "missing foot" or something, I just don't care.
I do care Lassiter has a Mac, because that means this fic-mix-drabble may be coming true.
Juliet gets picked up by a footballer, because she likes footballers, and Shawn dresses as a footballer, and she looks to Lassiter to see if he's reacting/jealous/alive/drunk...
...and of course he's amused and LOL LOL LOL OH O'HARA, YOU ZANY PARTNER.
Thank you, Google Image Search.
There was a lot of awesome partnerz-partnering, though.
Quite a bit of gangin' up on Shawn, which I enjoy.
A bit where they looked like they were holding hands, and the perfectness of them together made up all weep uncontrollably like an actress in a telenovela.
Mags was appalled that she ogled her real-life boyfriend's ass, because having that relationship transfer onscreen would be freakin' weird, wouldn't it?
This guy has a bigger rack than me.
Dule looked fine in this episode. Maybe it's the whole polo-khaki-strut thing, but boyfriend? Cue Nelly
I could get behind Gus/Juliet. I don't care. She's in kelly green, I don't care.
Dressed as an ice-cream cone, I don't care.
But Tim looked amazing, which is something I do care about. I love you, Omundson. One day, when a TV producer is drunk and gives jesshelga and I a millionzillion dollars to create our amazing TV show The Brothers Noir, you will be used to your full capacity, and can even sing the theme song. In a suit.
Oh, now you care, Detective. Geez.
END
DEAD TO ME
I DON'T CARE
In other news:
Apparently my roommates don't want to be present when I watch the episode pictured above.