The occasional Saturday night at home is no big. Considering that I'm at about sixteen months of Saturdays, I'm too boring to live. But I'm also not dumb enough to think I can throw leather pants on this bod and make the scene at Club Rio or somewhere.(Even if that wasn't a college-kid place...my references reflect my ten years of suspended
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The thing about Moneypenny is she'll always wait around, right?
But it's not a perfect metaphor, you're right. For one thing, my lame posting has crossed to a level that would make Moneypenny all *You poor thing*, but, okay, it's out there. Considering you know I met deadline and wet my pants at the same exact minute, I'm not as ashamed as I thought I might be. But I *am* kind of counting on you to not be a selfish high school boy and start being an asshole now. I hope I'm right in thinking I can. I think so. I'll get over it.
(I always thought maybe they'd get together, after all his adventures fucked him up but it turns out that was predicting House/Cameron before there was a "House".)
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