i was watching csi tonight, for the first time in a few months (i think i'm really just the sort of kid who prefers reruns. i can never catch anything the first time it's on. second, third, or fourth? i'm there!), and dude. what the hell happened to nick stokes' hair? it's all long and shaggy now, a la greg, except, he's not greg. greg has the shag because he's affable, dorky, and trying to be cool. it suits him. on nick it looks preposterous. the entire show i was all "get a haircut!" it was too long! and too dark. it made him look a million years old. oh nick, i love you. i've especially loved you since that psycho buried you alive and grissom called you "pancho." i cried when they saved you. this haircut, it has to go. i'm sorry.
i have no life, do i?
also, i have three whole days alone in the apartment. today was day one, which is why i could take over the kitchen with my dye experiment. tonight i took a bath (!), painted my toes, ate some girl scout cookies and did not do the dishes. whoo! i remember now why i used to live alone. (which is not me complaining, it's just the whole alone in the house thing definately has some perks.)
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when you said you were alone and took over the kitchen, my first response was "make sure you do the dishes!" but then I read that you were being naughty and not doing the dishes. rebellion is so hot. whoo!
Nick is my secret boyfriend and I totally cried when they saved him too.
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