Andy shoved Joseph through the wall today. We have a big-ass hole in the wall now. It's gonna take $250 to fix. This is the first time that we can actually afford to fix one of the holes we've put in a wall. And trust me, I've been through like three walls just on my own and that's completely without taking into account my brothers and our idiocy.
Me and Mommy watched PB0114 today. I took my notes and will type them up relatively soon.
When Martha Stewart showed up in the window behind Governor Tancredi? My mother's exact words were: "Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my fucking God!"
I totally see where I get it.
Me and her have been watching season one of Scrubs and the more I watch the more I realize that this is one of the best shows I've ever seen. I need Scrubs icons now. And I totally need to rec this because it's one of the best fics I've read and I really love this show and it totally needs more fic.
Every time I write Veronica saying "Michael" I totally hear Jackie from That 70's Show saying it the way she says Kelso's name.
My mother says she likes Sara better than Veronica. Why?
She says that Veronica seems forced (I totally agree) and that Sara's character is actually pretty perfect.
One of my main reasons for not liking Sara is that I feel like her character is inconsistent; she's all soft and WAFFy around Michael but is the "Queen of the Prison" to like everyone else.
Mom pointed out that that's how it would be, she said that she's seen that a lot and you can always tell who's crossing that line with what inmate because for some reason every last one of them (COs usually but doctors on occasion) just turns into a completely different person around some of the inmates. Like the nice CO might be a complete hardass on one particular inmate because they're screwing and it's overcompensation so that no one will "know." And that the real "hardasses" will give the ones they're screwing an extra few seconds on the line or something.
Evil bitches, all of you.
"Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouch saving the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily,this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V."