Vaughn Hug! She needs a Vaughn Hug!
This is what I was screaming at the TV last night at 9:55, which wasn't really appropriate, since I was at work. Thank God it was slow enough that I could spend 15 minutes in each room I was cleaning, because I forgot to set the timer again. I'm not used to working Sunday nights. (And someone will have to tell me what happened on Angel).
So, I know that Sydney needed a Vaughn hug, butI didn't think they would go there because there has already been so much talk about their relationship crossing certain boundaries. So I thought they would go to Will, by default, especially since he knows about the spy stuff. Imagine my happiness...go JJ! Truly, we all want to have one person we can go to when we are devastated, and no words are needed. (Although, doing that in the office is risky and inappropriate. Hello, is she spy or not a spy? Call him and meet him in a private place, girlfriend!)
I am inspired today to write a more average entry than the normal angst and introspection. I'm tired, pretty much all the time. Doesn't help when your roommate forgets you are sleeping during the day, and decides to have a 500 pound stove delivered at 2 pm - one stair ata time. Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. Now, I was actually planning on getting up then, because I'm not working tonight, but she doesn't know this. I know I am in no position for favors with her, but if I am going to kill myself working as many shifts as I can squeeze into the week, the least she can do is let me get more than 5 hours of sleep.
Vaughn hug! I need a Vaughn hug!
Poor Julie, I knew she would be upset about the latest on SpyDaddy, but it does make for a very believable backstory. Because I've always wondered, why did this literature major turn out to be such an effective and versatile agent? Nothing better than good backstory, unless it comes in the form of brilliantly edited flashbacks.
Is it weird that I get so excited about the structure of storytelling? It is? Oh well. I have no Vaughn, and no hug, so I must fill my empty life, any way I can. Chamie thinks we should make a weekly sojourn to Hollywood, so we can run into Ben Browder on the street.
Normally I loathe stream of consciousness, but today it's all I got. Must be off to class now, and then maybe I can stay awake long enough to finally watch 24.
So, I know that Sydney needed a Vaughn hug, butI didn't think they would go there because there has already been so much talk about their relationship crossing certain boundaries. So I thought they would go to Will, by default, especially since he knows about the spy stuff. Imagine my happiness...go JJ! Truly, we all want to have one person we can go to when we are devastated, and no words are needed. (Although, doing that in the office is risky and inappropriate. Hello, is she spy or not a spy? Call him and meet him in a private place, girlfriend!)
I am inspired today to write a more average entry than the normal angst and introspection. I'm tired, pretty much all the time. Doesn't help when your roommate forgets you are sleeping during the day, and decides to have a 500 pound stove delivered at 2 pm - one stair ata time. Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. Now, I was actually planning on getting up then, because I'm not working tonight, but she doesn't know this. I know I am in no position for favors with her, but if I am going to kill myself working as many shifts as I can squeeze into the week, the least she can do is let me get more than 5 hours of sleep.
Vaughn hug! I need a Vaughn hug!
Poor Julie, I knew she would be upset about the latest on SpyDaddy, but it does make for a very believable backstory. Because I've always wondered, why did this literature major turn out to be such an effective and versatile agent? Nothing better than good backstory, unless it comes in the form of brilliantly edited flashbacks.
Is it weird that I get so excited about the structure of storytelling? It is? Oh well. I have no Vaughn, and no hug, so I must fill my empty life, any way I can. Chamie thinks we should make a weekly sojourn to Hollywood, so we can run into Ben Browder on the street.
Normally I loathe stream of consciousness, but today it's all I got. Must be off to class now, and then maybe I can stay awake long enough to finally watch 24.