Of the new TV shows that I've checked out, One Tree Hill has me the most excited to watch it, just because it's so godawful it's hilarious. It's like reading bad fic that has a plot so absurd, or lines so ludicrous and cringe-inducing that you burst into laughter. Or maybe that's just me.
One good thing about Buffy ending is that it no longer conflicts with Gilmore Girls. This is all pointless because once hockey season starts hockey is the only thing I'll be watching. *grin*
A Little Reminder
"Nick?" The voice is quiet, almost timid.
Bare It All
A panel of glass to my left is cracked, most likely because Havelid was slammed into it by Todd Bertuzzi about a minute ago.
Oh, he is such a punk.
Best Of Seven
"I'm fucking bored!" Marco yelled, then threw his pillow at me, knocking my book out of my hands.
Better Than Par
"Todd, get the fuck up!" I yell from the bathroom.
I will never feel more powerful in my life than the way I felt as a boy in Sweden during the summer.
I'm bored out of my mind.
"Scott, how are we doing on the box?"
You kissed my forehead.
Crossing The Line
"That was a convincing speech."
Patrick Marleau was feeling curious and afraid at the same time.
Reech is sitting next to me with a big grin on his face.
"Back off, Dany!"
I am baking in the strong California sun.
Can't live with them. Can't annihilate them.
"You don't talk much, do you?"
I kiss Nik quickly as we wait for Kirsten to answer the door.
Petr stroked the doberman's head slowly, a shadow of amusement crossing his face as Meysvek lifted its head to lick his fingers eagerly.
Here And Now
"Scott?" Nik mumbles, rubbing his eyes.
We are lying here staring up at the wide open sky.
Nik tastes like honey.
How Many Sunsets
What would it take for you to give up something you love doing?
If Your Friend Jumped Off A Bridge
The sun is rising behind us, its warmth scorching the back of my neck, even as I freeze in the biting wind that lashes my skin and the red painted metal columns that tower above us.
Bright rays of sun find their way through the gap between the bedroom curtains and make a beeline for Niklas' hair.
"Let's kick it up a notch! Bam! Bam!" Emeril shouts exuberantly.
Wanna hear a fairy tale?
Leave Your Shoes At The Door
"Well?" I ask him impatiently.
Love For Sale
I roll the dice.
"Petr?" Paul peered at him. "You have a little ..."
It's dark and I'm cold.
"Once upon a time, there was a beautiful mermaid who lived in a river ..." Petr spoke softly into Jason's ear.
No Assembly Required
"Bah, this fucking thing is broken. I'm going to return it and get one that actually works."
Owen Nolan was sitting in his kitchen eating cornflakes on a Sunday morning, thinking about two very special men in his life.
In my dream, I am grabbed by strong arms.
I'm sitting on my towel, carefully pouring out two glasses of sparkling wine.
Goodbye Edmonton, hello New Jersey.
It was quiet in the hotel room where the two young Russian rookies were sleeping.
The night isn't young anymore; it's deepened and ripened, and anticipation has faded to smoke and gloss. Now is the time for everyone to show their hand.
I won't be playing in LA.
"Am I hurting you?" I ask after I've pushed a little deeper into him.
The doorbell rings.
Petr lay in bed, wondering if he'd done the right thing.
"Markus?" I ask, after he extricates his tongue from my mouth.
Scott Thornton's Day Off
"Hello." I answer my phone after fishing it out of my front pocket.
"Do you love me?" he asks, as he strokes the side of my face lightly.
Stevie Y, A Children's Story
Once upon a time, there was a mighty superhero called Stevie Y.
"Darcy?" Scott's voice pulls me back from the brink of sleep.
Things Left Unsaid
"How is Mackenzie?" Manny asks quietly.
Three Days in San Jose
My head hurts, but my heart hurts more.
Under The Boardwalk
"It's really nice and empty." Petr looked around.
What Jason Wants
Something clubs me in my chest and I open my eyes, annoyed at having my dream interrupted.
I've written a lot. *boggle*