I'm smarter than I look... *grabs boobs* DO YOU CALL THIS IMMATURE?!
I don't want to be here. I want to be in a spa being fed a nice taco... Preferably chicken.
She better not steal my thunder or I will literally punch her in the face.
I respect you for shoveling the poopy. I do. I really, really do. It takes a lot of courage and a really blind sense of smell to shovel that poopy. But I had a really serious hand situation, and I just couldn't shovel that poop.
My heart is golden, but my vageen is platinum.
I'm a good person... I'm not just saying that.
I feel like I'm not being myself, but I'm trying really hard to be myself, but because I'm trying so hard to be myself it's making me even more not myself.
I'm a corn husk; you gotta pull all the layers back, and in the middle is this luxury, yellow corn with all these pellets of information. And it's juicy, and buttery. You want to get to that corn.
I didn't go into this photo shoot with no clothes. I was daring enough to actually have clothes, then take them off.
I'm really pissed. She re-interrupted me, which I think is very rude. I interrupted Taylor and she re-interrupted me.
Today was just a dream come true. I stepped out of my comfort zone, many times and angles. Dad would be proud, even though I was naked.
I didn't mean to offend anyone by taking that nap... Michael Jordan took naps. Abraham Lincoln took naps. And I'm in trouble for napping?!
This is something….. Basically it’s me wanting to write an AU where Jack never kissed Bitty and went on with his life and how they still found their way back to each other. I’ve been taking bits and pieces of this fic and putting them in different fics so there are a ton of holes but I keep thinking about it.
The context for this is if Jack went up to visit his parents over the summer and he invited the team up because why the hell not????? It’s a WIP. I don’t have it all figured out yet.
Ransom and Holster jump at the same time and the splash it creates reaches Alicia on the patio chair. She sighs and stands.
“I’m so happy you brought the boys with you,” she says dryly but she ruffles Jack’s hair as she goes by.
Jack waits a moment and follows her.
He closes the door behind him and she looks up with a smile from where she’s pouring more chips into a bowl.
“I’m glad Eric could come. Your father mentioned the two of you had some issues? Is that all worked out now? He seems pretty comfortable around you.”
“I think I could be in love with him.”
There’s dead air in the kitchen but beyond the sliding doors the world rages on.