Yes, yes, let's talk about the weather
May. 9th, 2007 11:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Well, thank God, is all I'm gonna say. No, it isn't, but still. Monday night, I check what the weather's going to be like for Tuesday and they tell me the high is 78. It never, not even in the sunniest part of the highest temperature afternoon got to be 78. For some reason my room is astoundingly cooler than other places in the apartment, and my work is freezing most days. We don't even have the AC on yet, but I'm grabbing cups of tea just to keep from shivering. It's ridiculous.
This morning, I see that the high is 77, so I don't make yesterday's mistake, and I wear a fleece. It's beautiful outside. Perhaps a little humid, but it warm. Nice warm, not uncomfortable warm. And sunny, and my God the smell out there--it smells like the best parts of Spring and Summer. And the trees have either stopped copulating for the time being or they're done for the season, so my nose has stopped itching. Hurrah!
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Last night's House nearly killed me D-E-D dead. Because House gave Wilson amphetamines in his coffee, and consequently Wilson was more amusing than he's ever, ever been. Wlison got back at House because he'd secretly been slipping House anti-depressants in his coffee for the better part of a week. They are so cutely gay-married-but-not, I can't even tell you. How could I even care about the Patient of the Week or stupid Foreman quitting when Wilson's freaking out so badly he asks House for a Vicodin so his heart doesn't explode!?
Also, hello Piper Perabo. Please, don't take this the wrong way, but: GO AWAY. Anyone remember that girl from Coyote Ugly. Okay, there were a lot of "that girl" from Coyote Ugly. She's the one with the heart-of-gold ::vomits:: who doesn't appreciate her geeky (I know!), cute (damnit!), Australian (FUCKER!) boy-toy (KILL!!!). Anyway, she can't act for crap and the only reason she didn't utterly ruin the movie The Prestige is that she died before it could really get started.
You've already conquered the Jackman, Piper. You put your over-large, droopy lips on Hugh Laurie, AND I WILL RIP THEM OFF.
Well, thank God, is all I'm gonna say. No, it isn't, but still. Monday night, I check what the weather's going to be like for Tuesday and they tell me the high is 78. It never, not even in the sunniest part of the highest temperature afternoon got to be 78. For some reason my room is astoundingly cooler than other places in the apartment, and my work is freezing most days. We don't even have the AC on yet, but I'm grabbing cups of tea just to keep from shivering. It's ridiculous.
This morning, I see that the high is 77, so I don't make yesterday's mistake, and I wear a fleece. It's beautiful outside. Perhaps a little humid, but it warm. Nice warm, not uncomfortable warm. And sunny, and my God the smell out there--it smells like the best parts of Spring and Summer. And the trees have either stopped copulating for the time being or they're done for the season, so my nose has stopped itching. Hurrah!
*
Last night's House nearly killed me D-E-D dead. Because House gave Wilson amphetamines in his coffee, and consequently Wilson was more amusing than he's ever, ever been. Wlison got back at House because he'd secretly been slipping House anti-depressants in his coffee for the better part of a week. They are so cutely gay-married-but-not, I can't even tell you. How could I even care about the Patient of the Week or stupid Foreman quitting when Wilson's freaking out so badly he asks House for a Vicodin so his heart doesn't explode!?
Also, hello Piper Perabo. Please, don't take this the wrong way, but: GO AWAY. Anyone remember that girl from Coyote Ugly. Okay, there were a lot of "that girl" from Coyote Ugly. She's the one with the heart-of-gold ::vomits:: who doesn't appreciate her geeky (I know!), cute (damnit!), Australian (FUCKER!) boy-toy (KILL!!!). Anyway, she can't act for crap and the only reason she didn't utterly ruin the movie The Prestige is that she died before it could really get started.
You've already conquered the Jackman, Piper. You put your over-large, droopy lips on Hugh Laurie, AND I WILL RIP THEM OFF.
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Date: 2007-05-09 05:07 pm (UTC)Perhaps I'm just biased because I fucking hate vegans.
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Date: 2007-05-09 05:11 pm (UTC)I agree, I don't like vegans either. But that doesnt mean I would turn HER down. *Wolf whistle*