Can't sleep. Apparently Zombie Fever makes one a trifle insomia...ic. I watched my husband and his band perform tonight and they were amazing. A lot of other bands participated and it was awesome. Yesterday Mara, James and I went to the Getty, but Mara was too enraptured to bother with taking photos. The place is amazing, it really is. The view was breathtaking. Today we mostly took it easy at the hotel pool, though we went out for lunch. There was an awkward moment where I had to chase a sleazy boy away from Mara because he was saying things like "Hey, baby, I like your swimsuit, wanna see mine" but I think a 6'3" brick wall saying "Hey. What do you want with my niece" was enough to cause him to scamper. I can be intimidating when I want to. Of course, then I had to keep from diving into the pool and splashing around like a teenager until he was gone. It's okay, I managed to keep up the beefcake facade. If he only knew I'm not so much grrr as...well...
this.
I am so funny.
Poor Luke...
It's okay you guys. You see...
Tru Fax.
Though this is a little extreme...
And that's just WRONG on so many levels... Give me Sirius/Remus any day, not this!
This is Spectre's least favourite place on Earth. Julian's too.
Now...I haven't seen this episode, but I'm fairly sure Dr House doesn't normally eat porn stars... He hires hookers. And his team isn't invited (unless it's Chase lol).
Teacher win!
Uh huh...
AWESOME.
Don't you talk about my husband like that! He IS cool!
That nun's life is about to change...
Or they'll just do this to her...
...I didn't realise treeporn was this hot.
Though this? That is trippy at 4 am.
Imma get me some more coffee.
I want to hear from Peter, dammit.