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I cannae help it...
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FRIDAY
V. odd last couple of days. Met man with Wraith daughter. At first quite, quite worried (and disgusted) as thought Wraith was, you know, actually his daughter. Although, when all is said and done, alien babes are alien babes, and although Wraith Queens are ugly as sin and scary as hell, they *do* have a nice pair.
Uh, hang on…
Did I say that out loud?
LATER
Seemingly not. Teyla still quite friendly, Rodney still quite annoying and Ronon still… whatever Ronon is. Angry, possibly. It’s hard to tell sometimes.
Anyway. Man with Wraith daughter. He found her when she was young and the stupid moron – get this – took her home with him. Give that man a Noble prize. I mean, sheesh…
The upshot of it all is that – surprise surprise – she’s been life-sucking people. I don’t know; you bring them in, you house train them, you feed and clothe them and then they repay your kindness with mass genocide. The ungrateful wench. You’d think she was a Wraith or something…
In the end, Carson came with his retro-virus (why is it retro, I wonder? Does it want to live in the Sixties or something?) and the **** REALLY hit the fan.
You know – we should so realise these things are going to happen…
She turned into some kind of blue bug thing. And was, unsurprisingly, rather miffed about it all.
How do I know?
Well, I got whumped, didn’t I?
Again.
So here I am, in the infirmary. Awaiting inspection.
Again
*sigh*
SATURDAY
Oh, yeah. Go Sheppard!
Beat Ronon in a running race AND snogged Teyla!
Go me!
LATER
Err, or maybe not.
Seems like I’ve got that retro-virus thing in my system.
Ahh, well, I’m sure it’ll be okay.
Yeah. Sure it will.
SUNDAY
Is that a scab?
MONDAY
Okay, what is this, Freak Sheppard Out Day?
FRIDAY
No entries recently due to the fact that I mutated into a bug. Yes, that’s right – a bug.
Not that I’m bitter.
Okay, not really a bug. I mean, I didn’t grow an extra pair of arms or antennae or anything like that. More like a human bug thing.
Ick.
‘Scuse me; I think I’m going to go and have another shower…
SATURDAY
If I find ONE MORE can of Raid in my bed, I am going to shoot someone. This is just not funny anymore, people!
And that includes YOU, Rodney!
SUNDAY
Never have I seen a man so obsessed with socks. I mean, okay, so Ronon was on the run for 7 years and so good socks would have been a real luxury, but sheesh, you don’t need test drive every pair you’re given on some poor marine.
Note to self: Get suitable fruit basket for poor marine, c/o Carson.
V. odd last couple of days. Met man with Wraith daughter. At first quite, quite worried (and disgusted) as thought Wraith was, you know, actually his daughter. Although, when all is said and done, alien babes are alien babes, and although Wraith Queens are ugly as sin and scary as hell, they *do* have a nice pair.
Uh, hang on…
Did I say that out loud?
LATER
Seemingly not. Teyla still quite friendly, Rodney still quite annoying and Ronon still… whatever Ronon is. Angry, possibly. It’s hard to tell sometimes.
Anyway. Man with Wraith daughter. He found her when she was young and the stupid moron – get this – took her home with him. Give that man a Noble prize. I mean, sheesh…
The upshot of it all is that – surprise surprise – she’s been life-sucking people. I don’t know; you bring them in, you house train them, you feed and clothe them and then they repay your kindness with mass genocide. The ungrateful wench. You’d think she was a Wraith or something…
In the end, Carson came with his retro-virus (why is it retro, I wonder? Does it want to live in the Sixties or something?) and the **** REALLY hit the fan.
You know – we should so realise these things are going to happen…
She turned into some kind of blue bug thing. And was, unsurprisingly, rather miffed about it all.
How do I know?
Well, I got whumped, didn’t I?
Again.
So here I am, in the infirmary. Awaiting inspection.
Again
*sigh*
SATURDAY
Oh, yeah. Go Sheppard!
Beat Ronon in a running race AND snogged Teyla!
Go me!
LATER
Err, or maybe not.
Seems like I’ve got that retro-virus thing in my system.
Ahh, well, I’m sure it’ll be okay.
Yeah. Sure it will.
SUNDAY
Is that a scab?
MONDAY
Okay, what is this, Freak Sheppard Out Day?
FRIDAY
No entries recently due to the fact that I mutated into a bug. Yes, that’s right – a bug.
Not that I’m bitter.
Okay, not really a bug. I mean, I didn’t grow an extra pair of arms or antennae or anything like that. More like a human bug thing.
Ick.
‘Scuse me; I think I’m going to go and have another shower…
SATURDAY
If I find ONE MORE can of Raid in my bed, I am going to shoot someone. This is just not funny anymore, people!
And that includes YOU, Rodney!
SUNDAY
Never have I seen a man so obsessed with socks. I mean, okay, so Ronon was on the run for 7 years and so good socks would have been a real luxury, but sheesh, you don’t need test drive every pair you’re given on some poor marine.
Note to self: Get suitable fruit basket for poor marine, c/o Carson.
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