ng: winnie

So call in the submarine, 'round the world we'll go.

• Post ten of any pictures currently on your hard drive that you think are self-expressive.
• No captions. It must be like we're speaking with images and we have to interpret your visual language just like we have to interpret your words.
• They must ALREADY be on your hard drive - no googling or flickr! They have to have been saved to your folders sometime in the past. They must be something you've saved there because it resonated with you for some reason.
• You do NOT have to answer any questions about any of your pictures if you don't want to. You can make them as mysterious as you like. Or you can explain them away as much as you like.

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the land of misfit toys

Alright, picspam one of the three I had swirling in my head is done. I got the idea for this rewatching some season 3 episodes a few days ago.

Without further ado, I present a pretty massive collection of those yummy Bones closing scenes in which Brennan and Booth make out with their eyes (at least 80% of the time). They're always a delicious little treat, even if the episode itself wasn't that special.

PART I: SEASONS 1-4


Cause the post got to be too large. Whoops.


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when life goes wrong, love works it out

So you know how work bro calls me Bitch and I call him Bitch and we have this sister-brotherly relationship and everything? You probably don't but that's how it's been. Anyway, I'm at work this morning and work bro, who has the day off, texts me out of nowhere:

HIM: You're no longer Bitch, now you're Miss B ;)
ME: *thinks* Mmkay, that's lame. *texts* Nooo, I prefer Bitch.
HIM: Yeah but you don't get a say in the matter, Bitch :P
ME: See, you get a bigger kick out of that nickname.
HIM: Of all zee bitches in the world, u r my fav bitch. I shit you not ;)
.....20 minutes later, after not getting a reply cause I left my cell upstairs and went downstairs for a while, clearly panicking that he freaked me out:
HIM: Come on, don't get mad. You're not my fav bitch, you're just a bitch.
ME: Too late, you can't take it back. I'm slow on the responding cause I'm working plus this work cell is retarded for texting.
HIM: OK. U r my fav bitch and that's it. Now go back to work. ;) Kiss.
ME: I know, I'm awesome.
HIM: :) ;) :*


WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. THAT WAS NOT VERY BROTHERLY. YOU ARE MARRIED, GUY.
This freaked me out a little bit, not gonna lie. Do you guys think I'm reading too much into this? All I know is, when I'm randomly texting someone with a weak excuse just cause I want to chat, I'm into that person. And I don't even do it FIRST THING IN THE MORNING. Shit. I'm gonna ignore the balls out of this on Tuesday when we go back to work.


I haven't seen any new TV yet but I did see Friday Night Lights!!!!! I rewatched the entire 4th season in anticipation and was reminded of my huge crush on the Jess/Vince of it all. So here's a crappy picspam, just cause.

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