i think i packed one of your shirts by mistake from boston. actually i'm like 90% sure i did, because it has 'COLLEGE' over the front of it...and i don't even know what that means.

Ah, what the hell is bonbonerie?

I've just found my high school Letterman jacket... and have this sudden urge to sing Michael Jackson.

A "gestational carrier"? No, Nicole and Keith, you did not have a "gestational carrier" you had a surrogate. You got someone else to spit the kid out because show business is tough on those hips. Admit it.

Okay, I woke up to find my husband had drawn two huge lovehearts on my cheeks in red permanent marker.

I... have no words.

I think this is payback for deleting all his iPod playlist and replacing it with multiple versions of Achy Breaky Heart...

rockstarwarbler likes Dear short people, Can't touch this. Sincerely, top shelf.

Who: somekindofright and jewhawk
What: Visits and chats
Where: Mount Sinai Medical Center
When: Monday evening
Rating: G

Louise didn't want to admit how tired she was. She didn't want to admit how scared she was. She didn't want to admit that digging a hole and crawling into it to hide from the world seemed like a really good idea at the moment. She didn't know if it was morning sickness, but she felt constantly nauseated ever since she heard Puck had hurt his back. It wasn't like they had spoken that much about the future. Hell, they didn't even live together. They hadn't been together long. But she was suddenly terrified that he would be permanently disabled. She hadn't let herself rely on him. She knew that would come down the track if they got more serious, but how could that happen if he wasn't capable of that, and needed help himself? She didn't know what to do or think, and the hospital was freaking her out even more. She couldn't avoid it forever, though. She knew that.

She swallowed heavily, praying to herself not to throw up as she walked down the corridor to the room Puck had been moved to after all the procedures that confirmed he needed surgery. She knocked on the door and then hovered just inside it. "Hey," she greeted him nervously, and arm wrapping subconsciously and protectively around her belly.

Who: somekindofright and jewhawk
What: Visits and chats
Where: Mount Sinai Medical Center
When: Monday evening
Rating: G

Louise didn't want to admit how tired she was. She didn't want to admit how scared she was. She didn't want to admit that digging a hole and crawling into it to hide from the world seemed like a really good idea at the moment. She didn't know if it was morning sickness, but she felt constantly nauseated ever since she heard Puck had hurt his back. It wasn't like they had spoken that much about the future. Hell, they didn't even live together. They hadn't been together long. But she was suddenly terrified that he would be permanently disabled. She hadn't let herself rely on him. She knew that would come down the track if they got more serious, but how could that happen if he wasn't capable of that, and needed help himself? She didn't know what to do or think, and the hospital was freaking her out even more. She couldn't avoid it forever, though. She knew that.

She swallowed heavily, praying to herself not to throw up as she walked down the corridor to the room Puck had been moved to after all the procedures that confirmed he needed surgery. She knocked on the door and then hovered just inside it. "Hey," she greeted him nervously, and arm wrapping subconsciously and protectively around her belly.

Drugs wearing off. I'm not dead. Surgery over. Going back to sleep.