Nothin' to see here...
So, thanks to Domino (who is still kinda drooly down in the medlab), I've gotten hooked on Stargate.
This is kind of pathetic, really.
The problem is that now I want to grow up to be Sam Carter. Complete with my own Jack O'Neill to have sex with. *sigh* I mean, I have Ian, and he's wonderful and all. But... I want to have a stargate and things to play with and... Maybe I should just get it over with and join the air force. I'm sure Fury or Bridge could put in a good word for me.
If, say, there really was something like the SG program here.
All of this is pointless commentary because I'm still worried about Domino.
Dylan sent a packet of homework to me, but I think I may apply for the semester off, or something.
I just... don't know. I feel restless.
And Lee thinks I should get my nipples pierced when she gets hers redone.
Yeah... hrm.
This is kind of pathetic, really.
The problem is that now I want to grow up to be Sam Carter. Complete with my own Jack O'Neill to have sex with. *sigh* I mean, I have Ian, and he's wonderful and all. But... I want to have a stargate and things to play with and... Maybe I should just get it over with and join the air force. I'm sure Fury or Bridge could put in a good word for me.
If, say, there really was something like the SG program here.
All of this is pointless commentary because I'm still worried about Domino.
Dylan sent a packet of homework to me, but I think I may apply for the semester off, or something.
I just... don't know. I feel restless.
And Lee thinks I should get my nipples pierced when she gets hers redone.
Yeah... hrm.