I can't be trapped in some small town ironic since that's where I've spent my entire life. I have to get back to Roswell. I couldn't feel Max. I couldn't sense him. I know something is wrong. I just know it.
I was in the Walmart today and a man was talking to a woman about Netflix and chill, she slapped him. I'm aware of what Netflix is, but was the woman angry over having to view it in a snowbank or near an ice machine? That can't be very comfortable.
Superbowl's this weekend, right? We should probably watch the game for John to keep the routine for the kids. I was reading stability is really important at their ages.
[To John Grimm (and Jack O'Neill)]
Are you interested in attending the farmhouse for Superbowl? I know Sheppard is gone and everything.
I am calling for a full on boycott of Starbucks. I expressly told them I was deadly allergic to citrus and they immediately decided to put a slice of lemon in my tea.
Okay so I'm apparently not dead and in another reality? And I hear both of you are too. For the life of me I can't actually figure out why or how and it's driving me nuts.
Don't worry, though, I've got some ideas on how to get us back