Doctor Whooooo ♥
Happy
- Music:the big bang theory
Merry Christmas to everybody who is celebrating Christmas today (most of Europe) and a beautiful Christmas Eve to all the others! :))
Also, have a wonderful Christmas tomorrow, I will be thinking about all of you!
*hugs her flist supertight*
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tired
Before:

( And now we have a Christmas turkey... )
I'm easily amused.
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angry - Music:Maurissa Tancharoen & Jed Whedon - Remains | Powered by Last.fm
And aww, there's a present under the tree for me from the dog, which (thank God) is not a metaphor.
*makes rum balls*
Like about 35+ deg C hot. Or higher. Thankyou to whoever invented air-con. You have saved my sweaty tush today. *g*
Did the mammoth grocery shop for Christmas earlier. Let me go on record and swear to you all: "No-one will go hungry at the Foxx Table this Christmas. NO-ONE."
Oh, and before I forget - I posted this week at
*takes another mouthful of COLD drink*
- Location:Inside. Where it's cooler. *g*
- Music:TV in the background
Author:
Characters/Pairing: Puck & Quinn POV, Puck/Quinn with appearances by Finn, Rachel, Mr. Schue, OC, and mentions of other characters.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Goes AU at the beginning of 1x10 "Ballad."
Summary: When it came to Quinn he could be the dumbest sonofabitch alive. Part One / Part Two / Part Three
Author's Notes: I feel like I've been writing this forever; which I guess I have because every time I think I'm near the end of it, I realize just how far I really am from it. I didn't want to make it five parts, but I just can't control them.
Additional A/N: I used to use a separate journal for my fic, but I also used to be much more prolific. Because I write much slower and not at the same volume that I used to, I decided to consolidate starting with this fic.
( Read more... )
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accomplished
Dear Santa,
for this Christmas, I wish for an Armani Idole perfume (2.5 oz would be just ok), and Nikon D90 with a 18-55mm f/3.5-5.6 + 50mm f/1.4 lenses.
All else, I am getting from someone else, so no need to bother.
Thanks a lot you fat ol' sexi man,
yours faitfully, lizzie
ps - Also, dont be a b**** and let those Christmas presents for my friends *caugh* and me arrive 2morrow by post, so I can hand them out on time, okay?
Thanks again, have a nice and busy Christmas yourself and say HI to mrs. Claus! *hugs*
Also, it would be nice if my friends abroad would recieve their postcards, that would be really nice.
ps3 - Yep, I am a material girl, but I am still also looking forward really much to just spent some nice, quiet quality time with my family and friends, honestly! So don't punish me for my shallowness, okay? ;) What? 'No way!' you say? Great, you are a nice fella.
And yes, I know, I am spoiled rotten.
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silly
- Mood:
relaxed - Music:bing crosby - have yourself a merry little christmas
Point form post:
-I'm feeling a bit better after my sad spell yesterday, thankyou to the people who emailed and PMd and didn't make me feel like an over the top drama queen. *glomps*
-I just went to the shops and the post office line is out the door. Wednesday and Thursday Australia post is on strike! Great timing for maximum effect. I guess everyone is express posting today!
-Walking home just now I saw a green tree snake! It was just so cute, only little and I gave him a fright and he gave me one. I thought he was a bit of irrigation tube because he was bright green with a yellow belly. Only about as thick as your thumb in the thickest bit, it was a nice change from the handspan sized spiders I've been finding on my walls in the middle of the night. *shudders*
-I get my dog, Max back tomorrow, he's been at mums. Then he's having a summer haircut where we turn him from a Golden Retriever into a yellow labrador with big foofy feet.
-I watched Glee last night. I still don't 'get' it but that's besides the point, there was a guy in it playing the choreographer that costs $8,000 and 'feels like a woodland creature' next to that tall guy. I kept trying to figure out where I knew him from and it hit me this morning, he was the very fist kid you see in Jurassic park, when Sam Neil is digging up some bones in the desert that's the kid that says the dinosaur looks like a 6ft turkey.
I need to go and finish my drawing now.
- Music:Hard Sun - Eddie Vedder
It just doesn't end. I hate those guys. Oh and did you know it was thisclose to not even ending like that? They had to pursuade the executives, who didn't like it.
Now they can pay for my therapy. *sits in the corner and rocks*
Name: Her Ultimate Agenda
Characters: Sara Tancredi/mentions of Michael Scofield
Genre: POV, gen, het, dark-fic, angst, ‘added scene’
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: approx. 1000 words
Summary: Michael gets sicker with every new day, every passing minute, each new-drawn breath. And despite her most desperate efforts, there is not a single damned thing she can do to stop it. So she is left to simply watch helplessly, while the man she loves keeps on destroying himself without a second thought, his mind solely, pathologically fixed on his single ultimate goal.
A/N: There is again, a scene near the middle of S4, that completely shatters my heart. And every time I see the screencaps (points to her icon and the cap below) or watch the scene itself, I feel like screaming or smacking Michael hard across the face for the way he is treating the woman he is supposed to love unconditionally. So here are my thoughts, put together from Sara’s POV.
Thank you
spunkyar for the beta. Also,
msgenevieve , I am thinking about you. *hugs you tight*
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sick
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giggly






