"Um, hey babe. It's me. Uh... listen. You know that date? We might need to take a raincheck on that.... Again. Something sort of came up. It's not like it sounds. Call me?"

u know what, pearson? screw u. i've tried calling u nine freaking times & no answer. i can take a hint. stick ur date & go fuck urself.

Who: shownuttage, but anyone can join him if they want
What: Trying to prove he doesn't need a boyfriend
Where: Josie Woods bar
When: Wednesday night
Rating: Say PG

The first date they had planned, Andrew got sick, and it wasn't going to happen. That was fine. Sam could deal with that. It wasn't Andrew's fault he was sick and when he ended up passing his germs onto Sam, Sam had even more sympathy for Andrew's situation. But then there was New Year. Andrew was only supposed to have worked the nightshift and would have been back first thing in the morning so they could have some time together, even if it meant Andrew would need to catch some sleep. They were still going to hang out together. But no. He went and took a double shift, didn't he, and Sam was left sitting around Andrew's empty apartment like dipstick. Sure, Kurt had ended up arranging the impromptu 'party' for Blaine and Sam didn't need to spend New Year alone afterall, but it still counted as a filched date as far as he was concerned. He managed to stamp out his annoyance by telling himself that Andrew was a doctor, and New York needed doctors, right?

But this? This was not on, and in fact, it down right sucked. Andrew pulling out on their second date via nothing more than a voicemail with no explanation? So, Sam had given him the benefit of the doubt. He had called back, just like requested. No answer. Then no answer again. No freaking answer nine times. He was beyond pissed, and as far as he was concerned, the only way to fix that was to go out and get pissed. Who needed a boyfriend? Being gay was a whole lot of hassle he didn't want to deal with. What was the point if he was never going to see Andrew? He picked up his third pint and swallowed down half of it in one go, and then wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. The place was crowded with NYU collee students trying to milk the last of the holiday break for all it was worth. Sam sat alone at the bar and fought the urge to send Andrew another text filled with nothing but expletives. In fact, probably the only thing preventing him changing his Facebook status back to single in a aggravated huff was the fact he was just drunk enough to be unable to navigate the internet on his cell. Screw boyfriends. Screw being dyslexic. Screw everything.

Who: shownuttage, but anyone can join him if they want
What: Trying to prove he doesn't need a boyfriend
Where: Josie Woods bar
When: Wednesday night
Rating: Say PG

The first date they had planned, Andrew got sick, and it wasn't going to happen. That was fine. Sam could deal with that. It wasn't Andrew's fault he was sick and when he ended up passing his germs onto Sam, Sam had even more sympathy for Andrew's situation. But then there was New Year. Andrew was only supposed to have worked the nightshift and would have been back first thing in the morning so they could have some time together, even if it meant Andrew would need to catch some sleep. They were still going to hang out together. But no. He went and took a double shift, didn't he, and Sam was left sitting around Andrew's empty apartment like dipstick. Sure, Kurt had ended up arranging the impromptu 'party' for Blaine and Sam didn't need to spend New Year alone afterall, but it still counted as a filched date as far as he was concerned. He managed to stamp out his annoyance by telling himself that Andrew was a doctor, and New York needed doctors, right?

But this? This was not on, and in fact, it down right sucked. Andrew pulling out on their second date via nothing more than a voicemail with no explanation? So, Sam had given him the benefit of the doubt. He had called back, just like requested. No answer. Then no answer again. No freaking answer nine times. He was beyond pissed, and as far as he was concerned, the only way to fix that was to go out and get pissed. Who needed a boyfriend? Being gay was a whole lot of hassle he didn't want to deal with. What was the point if he was never going to see Andrew? He picked up his third pint and swallowed down half of it in one go, and then wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. The place was crowded with NYU collee students trying to milk the last of the holiday break for all it was worth. Sam sat alone at the bar and fought the urge to send Andrew another text filled with nothing but expletives. In fact, probably the only thing preventing him changing his Facebook status back to single in a aggravated huff was the fact he was just drunk enough to be unable to navigate the internet on his cell. Screw boyfriends. Screw being dyslexic. Screw everything.

legallyhung > rockstarwarbler

Dude, ten pounds of grapes incoming.

Who: dancnwithmyself and singslikeagirl
Where: It's New York, baby. Start outside Macy's, and head on from there
When: Tuesday 11th January (Please note, this is a forward dated thread)
What: The insanity of trying to shop in New York
Rating: PG most likely

After the conversation on Facebook that had led Artie to thinking about his wardrobe (he really had too much time on his hands in Lima), he'd sent a text to Kurt, offering to buy him lunch in return for his help shopping. Maybe his wardrobe was edging on nerdy, though he did feel that maybe some of the clothes he'd had for too long. He could do with new ones, anyway. Though he did wonder what it said about him when he hadn't actually changed size since he was fifteen. He was dressed in a simple white dress shirt, black suspenders, and simple black slacks with a black coat keeping him warm, with his usual (now black) gloves he wore for the wheelchair. Yes, he knew Kurt would probably have fit on the spot, but hey, it was a good place to start, right?

This was also his way of apologizing to Kurt for being a jerk in the early days of Blaine's return. He was always terrible at saying the words, preferring his actions to speak for him. He was still slightly on edge, with the whole January thing, and worry about his grandmother, but a catch up with a friend should hopefully help him forget for a while. That's was his aim, anyway as he sat outside Macy's waiting for Kurt - they didn't have to go in there, it was just a place to meet.

Who: dancnwithmyself and singslikeagirl
Where: It's New York, baby. Start outside Macy's, and head on from there
When: Tuesday 11th January (Please note, this is a forward dated thread)
What: The insanity of trying to shop in New York
Rating: PG most likely

After the conversation on Facebook that had led Artie to thinking about his wardrobe (he really had too much time on his hands in Lima), he'd sent a text to Kurt, offering to buy him lunch in return for his help shopping. Maybe his wardrobe was edging on nerdy, though he did feel that maybe some of the clothes he'd had for too long. He could do with new ones, anyway. Though he did wonder what it said about him when he hadn't actually changed size since he was fifteen. He was dressed in a simple white dress shirt, black suspenders, and simple black slacks with a black coat keeping him warm, with his usual (now black) gloves he wore for the wheelchair. Yes, he knew Kurt would probably have fit on the spot, but hey, it was a good place to start, right?

This was also his way of apologizing to Kurt for being a jerk in the early days of Blaine's return. He was always terrible at saying the words, preferring his actions to speak for him. He was still slightly on edge, with the whole January thing, and worry about his grandmother, but a catch up with a friend should hopefully help him forget for a while. That's was his aim, anyway as he sat outside Macy's waiting for Kurt - they didn't have to go in there, it was just a place to meet.

Who: mightbenaughty and bad2theboner
What: Doctors & nurses
Where: Mount Sinai Medical Center, ER
When: Wednesday evening
Rating: Go PG, probable expletives

"Christ Almightly, Andrew!" Abigail snapped. "If you don't sit still I'm going to shove this gauze up your freaking nose," she huffed, swiping it up the side of her brother's face to try and cleaned away from the blood there. Okay, so maybe her savvy bedside manner didn't always extend to her twin when he was being a pain in the ass. But he did that so well, and pushed all her buttons without even trying to.

Leaning over, she locked him against the bed with an elbow nudged against his chest. "Don't make me whip out the patient restraints, ass pain," she said quietly so she didn't traumatize any patients in the adjoining bays who might think the nurses in this place were rather questionable. "No, don't give me that look. The Evil Brother Eyeball isn't going to work. You wanted me down here, so deal. You know, you're the worst patient I've had in, like, weeks. Maybe ever."

Who: mightbenaughty and bad2theboner
What: Doctors & nurses
Where: Mount Sinai Medical Center, ER
When: Wednesday evening
Rating: Go PG, probable expletives

"Christ Almightly, Andrew!" Abigail snapped. "If you don't sit still I'm going to shove this gauze up your freaking nose," she huffed, swiping it up the side of her brother's face to try and cleaned away from the blood there. Okay, so maybe her savvy bedside manner didn't always extend to her twin when he was being a pain in the ass. But he did that so well, and pushed all her buttons without even trying to.

Leaning over, she locked him against the bed with an elbow nudged against his chest. "Don't make me whip out the patient restraints, ass pain," she said quietly so she didn't traumatize any patients in the adjoining bays who might think the nurses in this place were rather questionable. "No, don't give me that look. The Evil Brother Eyeball isn't going to work. You wanted me down here, so deal. You know, you're the worst patient I've had in, like, weeks. Maybe ever."

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( Shoots )

dancnwithmyself > morbidbubbles

Seriously, love? What the hell?

Okay, I'm probably jeopardizing my sex life here, but had to share...

( Halloween perhaps? )

jewhawk has created a new album, Kickin' It Old School.

( All these albums popping up have me looking through my old pics... Some of these might've been posted already, but this is what I've got in a shoebox. lol. )

Who: iwannabedirty and imbeingsassy
Where: Pizza place by Britt's studio
When: Lunchtime on Thursday
What: Catching up
Rating: G or PG, I imagine

Santana was excited. She and Mercedes had gotten fairly close in high school, and she'd counted her a good friend. Even though they'd fallen out of touch since Mercedes had been in California, she'd still counted her a good friend, messaged her occasionally just to say hi even though responses didn't come.

When she'd seen Mercedes at Mac's on New Year's Eve, she hadn't broached the topic, just talking a little with her and Puck before she had to head home to Brittany. She'd waited to ask her to really hang out, figuring she still might need a bit of time to get used to New York. But, self-restraint was not one of Santana's strong points. A few comments on Facebook and here she was, waiting for Mercedes to show. She'd texted her the address and had already put in an order for a pizza.

Who: iwannabedirty and imbeingsassy
Where: Pizza place by Britt's studio
When: Lunchtime on Thursday
What: Catching up
Rating: G or PG, I imagine

Santana was excited. She and Mercedes had gotten fairly close in high school, and she'd counted her a good friend. Even though they'd fallen out of touch since Mercedes had been in California, she'd still counted her a good friend, messaged her occasionally just to say hi even though responses didn't come.

When she'd seen Mercedes at Mac's on New Year's Eve, she hadn't broached the topic, just talking a little with her and Puck before she had to head home to Brittany. She'd waited to ask her to really hang out, figuring she still might need a bit of time to get used to New York. But, self-restraint was not one of Santana's strong points. A few comments on Facebook and here she was, waiting for Mercedes to show. She'd texted her the address and had already put in an order for a pizza.

My New Years resolution is to post embarrassing pictures of everyone I know to Facebook. Beware, I'm going to get you :P The devil made me do it.

( But you know I'm always going to start with my leading man... )


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moretalented has posted a new video.

My class!

Who? jewhawk and somekindofright
When? Sunday afternoon, the day before school starts for Louise
Where? Central Park
Rating: PG-13ish, probs.

( Let's give it another try... )

Who? jewhawk and somekindofright
When? Sunday afternoon, the day before school starts for Louise
Where? Central Park
Rating: PG-13ish, probs.

( Let's give it another try... )

kurt r u busy? r u w/blaine? i might need a favour...