So, rather than coming home and immersing myself in plays of the Italian Renaissance that I was supposed to read a week ago, I came home
And like.
DUDE.
JAREDSCHMOO.
I watched episodes 4-7 and ended up flailing intermittently at
balefully over his ABSURD levels of schmoo.
An indicative sample of those conversations:
sadcypress: IS THERE MORE JARED IN THE BIRTHDAY EPISODE? I WANT MORE JARED. JAREDJAREDJARED FOR MY BIRTHDAAAAAY
Or, you know, for Rory.
balefully: dsjfklhd YES
sadcypress: \o/
HALLELUJAH
sadcypress: WHERE THE HELL IS HE
THREE MINUTES LEFT
NO JARED.
D: D: D: D:
balefully: MAYBE IT IS NOT UNTIL CINNAMON'S WAKE.
BUT.
THERE IS A THING.
THAT I AM THINKING OF.
THAT I THOUGHT WAS IN THE BDAY EP.
sadcypress: sd;lkkjfldskfjsdlk;
IT HAPPENED ALREADY LOSERFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE
WITH THE LIKING
AND THE ADORABLENESS
balefully: NO OMG
sadcypress: IS THIS WHAT YOU MEAN???
balefully: THERE IS MORE.
sadcypress: Oh.
LET ME FINISH AND SEE IF I STILL HATE YOU
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balefully: YOU DON'T HATE ME DO YOU.
sadcypress: ;lksdjf;lkdjf;lksdfj;kjsdacvnldfj;jkodszhf;oisdjf;id;safh;kjsdhf;lksdahfjk;sdhfgjldsnf;kjsdahfkljsdafds
NO
I THINK WE'RE OK
balefully: I THOUGHT SO.
AND THAT WAS MY NIGHT!