Someone tell me why I read angsty post William and The Truth fic? Oh, right, most of you either stopped watching the show years ago or never watched it at all. Heh. Wrong ones to ask. But I'm sure you can relate. I'm such a masochist.
I hate Chris Carter, man. HATE! Hee. Okay, so I'm not plotting his murder or anything, but still. Jerk. Poor Scully. Poor, poor Scully. So abused, my girlfriend is! And she is my girlfriend, too, in case a few of you still didn't know. Heeee. Yay for girlcrushes! But seriously, it ain't right what they did to her.
But anyway. Heh. There was an actual reason I started this update. But, see, it got off-track. It started with me remembering that Corinne actually let me touch her stomach tonight (just a small touch, on the right. Hee. She's all "Careful!" So of course I pretended like I was going to slug her. Haha. She didn't like that.), and then thinking of poor Scully and her baby. Sniff. IT AIN'T RIGHT!
Ahem. Hee. It still gets to me, okay? Grr.
My official reason for updating though, was to post my Pic O' The Day! And I know you're all dancing in the streets over it!
January 28th. My Nanny lives in the West Hills, I'll have you all know. Much love goes to the West Hills. Mostly because if there was ever snow up there--regardless of whether there was only like half an inch around the rest of town--the whole district would have a snow-day. I got many-a snow days out of that sweet deal.