i'm bored

[somedaybitch]

i should be finishing zero-dark-thirty because poor Helo is stuck in sickbay with Kara and Lee...not *that* way, you filthy minds...although...

and i should be finishing my SGA fic so i can publicly blame the M and the C for making me watch the bloody show in the first place.

but nooooooooooooooooooo.

i'm bored. so instead, i'm reading this Sports Night fic from punk and sab. and it sounds like me and spook at any given hour of any given day, (only without the subtext mind), and i'm just cracking the fuck up.

"I think you need to stop reading that book," Casey said, putting a hand
out. "Give it to me. It's blowing your sense of melodrama way out of
proportion. You're like a tiny, drunken drama queen over here."

Danny grinned and flopped back into his seat. "I'm neither tiny nor
drunken."

"I know, mostly I wanted to say 'tiny, drunken drama queen.'

and this bit? i totally snorted coffee...and then i laughed on the radio...and then i laughed on the phone. bitches.

"You're certifiable," Casey said. "You understand that, right?"

"Not all of us are sleeping with Sally Sasser," Danny pointed out.
"Some of us have to turn to literary endeavors to experience that kind
of torrid sexual stuntwork."

"Stuntwork?"

"Let's just say she's very tall."

"Miranda?" Casey wondered where the pretzels had gone.

"Sally Sasser. Oh, but you know, probably Miranda too. She hid the
key on top of the refrigerator. But as it turns out, she may have been
standing on some sort of stool."

stupid sab. heh.

i need dan and casey icons.