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I've decided with whole heart and mind and what not...Wait, shit! I totally lost my train of thought. Let's start over, matter of fact let's completely start over. Guh. Here goes:
Okay, so I met this guy named Nick, and Nick is...
Well, he's Nick, and that's all I can say to describe him because my bloods on fire right now, but in a good way...If there is a good way for your blood to be on fire. And he's just...*feels wild rush* Yeah <-- that. We've been talking to each other for five days and texting each other fr five days and emailing each other for five days. And all my sensory projectors are going off, shouting, "It's a-go, Captain! It's a-go!" Of course, then the captain has to show up (conscience) and not only rain on everyone's parade, but also - add insult to injury - blow up all the floats ( <-- L&O reference btw). So, here's the kick in the crotch fantastic truth: He's got a girlfriend. Ergh. Ugh. Nnngh *dies* XD!
Why me? T_T What did I ever do to deserve this, and why do I deserve this? It'd be really great to not have to feel all attracted and what not you know? Just be like: Eh, whatev. But I mean, I was attracted to him before I found out he had girlfriend and was/still am attracted even afterwards, AND to lay it on even thicker (I'm going to hell I know) last night, we made out at a Graveyard...The whole Titanic shling of fogged up windows and what not...Of course, instead of a hand slapping on the window and dragging...I wrote down "Hi!" instead being the smart ass that I am. Good grief! What have I gotten myself into. I am not a CHEATER! Nor do I advocate it! So WHY am I DOING it?!!!! Gack!
Any way, on a differenter and better homefront, I'll be trying to draft up the first of my House/Wilson fanfic...I think, and this is my last revision, I swear, that I'll continue on the track that I'm going with the current House/Wilson-goodness BUT I'll include David Morse's char. ( the name's Michael Trippett btw) as a part two to the original story. So yeah, I need to write my beta and tell her what's what, so we can get started instead, yeah? Yeah.
*headdesk*
This cannot end well.
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Here those fuckers come, Sarg! We're running out of bombs. Damnit! I'm switching to guns!
Okay, so I met this guy named Nick, and Nick is...
Well, he's Nick, and that's all I can say to describe him because my bloods on fire right now, but in a good way...If there is a good way for your blood to be on fire. And he's just...*feels wild rush* Yeah <-- that. We've been talking to each other for five days and texting each other fr five days and emailing each other for five days. And all my sensory projectors are going off, shouting, "It's a-go, Captain! It's a-go!" Of course, then the captain has to show up (conscience) and not only rain on everyone's parade, but also - add insult to injury - blow up all the floats ( <-- L&O reference btw). So, here's the kick in the crotch fantastic truth: He's got a girlfriend. Ergh. Ugh. Nnngh *dies* XD!
Why me? T_T What did I ever do to deserve this, and why do I deserve this? It'd be really great to not have to feel all attracted and what not you know? Just be like: Eh, whatev. But I mean, I was attracted to him before I found out he had girlfriend and was/still am attracted even afterwards, AND to lay it on even thicker (I'm going to hell I know) last night, we made out at a Graveyard...The whole Titanic shling of fogged up windows and what not...Of course, instead of a hand slapping on the window and dragging...I wrote down "Hi!" instead being the smart ass that I am. Good grief! What have I gotten myself into. I am not a CHEATER! Nor do I advocate it! So WHY am I DOING it?!!!! Gack!
Any way, on a differenter and better homefront, I'll be trying to draft up the first of my House/Wilson fanfic...I think, and this is my last revision, I swear, that I'll continue on the track that I'm going with the current House/Wilson-goodness BUT I'll include David Morse's char. ( the name's Michael Trippett btw) as a part two to the original story. So yeah, I need to write my beta and tell her what's what, so we can get started instead, yeah? Yeah.
*headdesk*
This cannot end well.
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Here those fuckers come, Sarg! We're running out of bombs. Damnit! I'm switching to guns!