Uh...sup?
So. I have a tumblr now! I'm still...figuring it out, lol. Anyway, I'm here, if you want to add me. Still sarcasticsra, to make things simple. =P
I'm thinking about doing that fanfic WIP meme since I actually have a shitton of fanfic WsIP for the first time in a looooong time.
I have been doing a grand West Wing rewatching extravaganza. Ahhh, Aaron Sorkin, you used to not suck quite so hard.
(There's a thing that has come out of this that might happen. It's also partially thanks to Abigail. I don't fully understand, but I'm just going to put it out there: Sam Seaborn/Steve Rogers.)
The other day, Remy JUMPED the fence. We found out when a neighbor knocked on our door and let us know. She also said she thought he was chasing a cat. I assumed it was just a stray cat, until after I brought Remy in and Ziva wouldn't stop barking. I asked Sharon to go see what that was about, and lo and behold...Donna had gotten out.
He jumped the fence to get to Donna. That is how much that dog loves and worries about that freaking cat. (It's...made me imagine him as Thor. FRIEND DONNA. WHY ARE YOU OUT AMONGST THE ELEMENTS? I SHALL ENSURE YOUR SAFE RETURN INDOORS! He is a Golden Retriever.)
Donna obliterated a fake bird today. Sylvia had it left out. It was part of her crafts stuff; I think she was going to use it for a wreath or something. Anyway, when I woke up today, I came into the living room, and I found several feathers and one leg strewn about on the floor.
This is possibly why Sylvia thinks she's a psychopath.
(Her: Why does she put things in my shoes?! It's ONLY my shoes, too! No one else's!
Me: She loves you! She's leaving you a present!
Her: Sara, psychopaths are not capable of love!
Me: Donna cuddled with me today. See? She loves me.
Her: That's a front. She's like that guy on Criminal Minds who kept leaving that chick the bone wind chimes!
Me: ...she's Frank?
Her: Yes! She's Frank. And one day you're going to have to jump in front of a train with her!)
Well, I think that's all for now.
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I'm thinking about doing that fanfic WIP meme since I actually have a shitton of fanfic WsIP for the first time in a looooong time.
I have been doing a grand West Wing rewatching extravaganza. Ahhh, Aaron Sorkin, you used to not suck quite so hard.
(There's a thing that has come out of this that might happen. It's also partially thanks to Abigail. I don't fully understand, but I'm just going to put it out there: Sam Seaborn/Steve Rogers.)
The other day, Remy JUMPED the fence. We found out when a neighbor knocked on our door and let us know. She also said she thought he was chasing a cat. I assumed it was just a stray cat, until after I brought Remy in and Ziva wouldn't stop barking. I asked Sharon to go see what that was about, and lo and behold...Donna had gotten out.
He jumped the fence to get to Donna. That is how much that dog loves and worries about that freaking cat. (It's...made me imagine him as Thor. FRIEND DONNA. WHY ARE YOU OUT AMONGST THE ELEMENTS? I SHALL ENSURE YOUR SAFE RETURN INDOORS! He is a Golden Retriever.)
Donna obliterated a fake bird today. Sylvia had it left out. It was part of her crafts stuff; I think she was going to use it for a wreath or something. Anyway, when I woke up today, I came into the living room, and I found several feathers and one leg strewn about on the floor.
This is possibly why Sylvia thinks she's a psychopath.
(Her: Why does she put things in my shoes?! It's ONLY my shoes, too! No one else's!
Me: She loves you! She's leaving you a present!
Her: Sara, psychopaths are not capable of love!
Me: Donna cuddled with me today. See? She loves me.
Her: That's a front. She's like that guy on Criminal Minds who kept leaving that chick the bone wind chimes!
Me: ...she's Frank?
Her: Yes! She's Frank. And one day you're going to have to jump in front of a train with her!)
Well, I think that's all for now.
This entry was originally posted at http://sarcasticsra.dreamwidth.org/324989.html. Please comment there.