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(no subject) [Aug. 12th, 2011|04:42 pm]
Molly
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I am still not Sylvester McCoy.

How many Daleks could a Doctor destroy if a Doctor would destroy Daleks? 

I wonder how long it would take to knit a cosy for your house. How much wool would that take? How long would that take? How much money would that cost? Maybe I'll try it when I am older and a crazy cat lady.

Awwwww, I've already finished my coffee.

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(no subject) [Aug. 11th, 2011|08:11 pm]
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"“The next person to ask if this ship is named after me is going to get ‘allergic to hypospray’ put on their medical record.” Jessica Pearson growled warningly at the mess hall full of Starfleet staff. The rest of the medical crew cramped themselves in the Starboard corner of the dining area, never taking off their blue scrubs and refusing to talk to non-medical crew. Jessica chose to sit with the main Bridge crew and it was a common saying among the main staff body that Jessica was the spiritual captain of the ship. As Chief Medical Officer on a flagship it was expected that she would spend little time outside of the sick bay. Somehow she had ended up spending more and more time on the Bridge alongside Captain Specter and the rest of the Bridge crew until she was accepted as an unofficial member of the main crew. Mike Ross, the chief engineer, had a smile spreading across his face but he could barely open his mouth to speak before Jessica cut him off. “Do you like injections Ross?” He bit his lip and pushed a few peas around his plate in an obvious attempt not to laugh but he didn’t speak. “I am allergic to hyposprays.” Harvey Specter grinned widely as he spoke. “Don’t test me Captain.” There was an intensity in Jessica’s eyes that silenced Harvey and for a few minutes the table ate in silence. "

 

Guys, I have no idea where I am going with this. WHY DO I EVEN WRITE? How do you words?

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(no subject) [Aug. 11th, 2011|12:50 am]
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Someone poke me and remind me to post shit here. WORDS!

No really, I feel the need to post but I don't know what to write which tells me I probably shouldn't bother trying to keep a journal.

I can't write fic like I want to because I can't concentrate for long enough.

How about the White Collar summer finale? Holy shit. It took about half an hour for the full impact of it all to hit me.

I think I found a fandom that has no other fans on tumblr. Anna Pihl. It has 6 stories on ff.net, there has been no post mentioning the show or the character for 33 weeks, and there is only my posts now on Tumblr. Danish crime TV with a strong but fallible female protaginist. It's good stuff people!

And now I should sleep. (Or you know, I could not.)

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