ic notes and random gab

Not my holiday, and you all can do as you like in terms of random celebratory feasts, because there's rarely a bad time for that sort of thing, yeah? I understand liking to have a proper reason and all. But somebody needs to explain the phenomenon that is marshmallows atop sweet potatoes.

The bloody fuck is that and why? They're already sweet.

APPARENTLY, when you do a running thing, a turkey trot if you will, you need shoes that are not flat bottomed Chuck Taylor's (in purple, obviously) or super duper combat boots meant for kicking ass and taking names but not marathon work.

So, look, I guess I've gotta go shopping but I don't want to. Maybe my knee joints can just grind up into a fine powder and it'll be fine. In fact, it sounds refreshing. I will do that instead.

This has been a public announcement.

Oh, and I guess also I am thirsty?

EDIT:
Never mind on the thirsty thing, I got a special delivery.

The lightrail is far more enjoyable from the rooftop.




[Gabriel]
Dean told me to get in touch with you.


[Jo]
There is a boy here who looks like Sam. It is not Sam. He is human, though. I checked.

Where can I find a decent Firewhiskey around here?

[Texts to Harmony]
» I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said all that
» Can we just... not fight? I've really missed you and that is really not how I wanted this reunion to go
» Fuck... this number probably doesn't work. You probably aren't even getting these

There was a problem getting my car here. Some bureaucratic red tape, or something. I've been without my baby for far too long, but she arrived today. I never thought I'd be so excited to see her again.

I sometimes wonder if I did the right thing coming here.

But then I remember running after a loud blonde swinging a hammer, a sarcastic engineer, a scientist that turns berserk when angry, and taking orders from some American super-soldier and I feel much better about being here.

Pretty decent place for running away from your troubles. I think I'll like it here.

Need a job though. Can't say I'm good at much other than doing a few commercials here and there, drinking, smoking, and the occasional shower singing. I'm sure there's a job out there that can handle all that, right?