in which Rach and I have colds... in 160 chars or less

[fictional]

rach: on my way home to sleep. hopefully fic later.
kali: sleep will heal you
rach: it the fuck better or i'm filing a complaint.
kali: oh hi there, jack. how's it going?
rach: dunno doc. feel like distracting me from a head cold? no? ok. just tell me this shit doesn't happen when i'm a big giant head in a jar.
kali: nope, sorry, no can do. you spend quite a bit of time in hospital as i recall. but! look on the bright side. cat nuns! and you get to see ME.
rach: no hands though. it's a cruel, cruel universe out there and i blame you at least just a little. i need ianto to bring me soup.

Comments

[bodlon.livejournal.com]

It's...better for the silk?

*mumbledy shame*

[cruentum.livejournal.com]

You can roll my ties anytime.

*coughs*

Mine are a right mess between t-shirts and jeans and trousers and crumpled dress shirts.

[kalichan.livejournal.com]

Just sit there and wallow in your Iantoness.

[bodlon.livejournal.com]

Behold, an unposed action shot of part of my desk (http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm91/bodlon/deskshot.png) just to drive the point home.

Heh.

[darthhellokitty.livejournal.com]

Good god, if I weren't already taken that desktop would woo me.

[kalichan.livejournal.com]

Hahaha. Ianto would totally read The Secret History, too.

ETA: How do you say tosser in Welsh? I learned took a class in medieval welsh, but somehow the word didn't come up in any of the triads. Shame, that.

[bodlon.livejournal.com]

Well, the way I've seen it is mainly just a borrow into Welsh orthography (tosyr), as in Tosyr o'r radd flaenaf.

[cruentum.livejournal.com]

Love the desk. And the books.