piecesofalice

Once upon a time there lived a guy named, uh, Guy. Of Gisborne, in fact, and he loved this bird named Marian and it was like bondage happy-times all the time and they didn't know anyone at all named Robin Hood. They lived happily ever after.

OR SO I THOUGHT.

Apparently, once shaken out of my Season-Two-Finale-Daze by maddeinin and jesshelga, I was told it didn't happen like my brain tells me it did, and in actual fact? Lucy Griffiths is beautiful and out of a job. Really beautiful and really out of a job.

Oh, okay. Fine. I decided not to watch season three because I am cranky and a petulant child, but I was conned drawn back into watch it by maddeinin and her wily ways. With jesshelga because, like, as if I'm doin' it alone.



( To quote the men of *Sync, 'yes yes yes here we go, NSYNC has got the flow!' )

Next time on "Emo! Emo! Emo!', Robin tries to act and Guy washes his hair. Maybe.

_{I miss Marian.}

The Great Michael Bolton once said, "how can we be lovers, if we can't be friends?"

Yes, Psych. How can we?



( You'll always be welcome, Om-Face. Don't you worry. )

In other news:



Apparently my roommates don't want to be present when I watch the episode pictured above.

Dearest Psych;

Hey! How are you? I know you haven't heard from me for a while, but I've been, uh, busy. Y'know. With life, and Life and other shit I'm sure you don't want to hear about. How's this weather, huh? And that local sports team?

Oh, who am I kidding. We're having problems, aren't we. Serious problems, beginning and ending mostly with James Roday. And That Kulchak Woman. And having "Lassie" in your latest episode title. And, oh, setting up awesome partner-love then softy and soundly kicking it in the pants.

You know what you should do? Have an episode where Lassiter's, like, set up for a murder. And then, like, have Juliet be all "noooes, not my partner!", complete with sternum bush and scenes at his place that end in hot sexin' hugs. Y'know, natural plot-line progression and shit.

What do you think? Let me know, because I really do like you, and want to be mates again.

With love and hope,
Your Pieces xoxox

PS: If you can fit in a roundhouse kick to Roday's noggin and/or Maggie in a roller derby costume, you know you're back in mah bed, boo.



( I'd like to think this is kind of a push in the right direction, but I'd be wrong, right? )

In conclusion:



LOOK AT THAT BAD ASS MOFO, YO! LOOK AT THAT SHIT.

Dear Life S02E01, "Find Your Happy Place";

You were really good. Let me show this through fifteen million caps and bizarre titles for each.

Love and kisses,
Pieces xoxox



( Beauty and the Beast ain't got nuthin' on us. )

And, because we're so blessed: the Sarah Shahi Is Pretty Picspam.
Brought to you by Charlie Rich



( Pretty. )

In conclusion:

<3 TED!
<3 SHOW!
<3 PRETTY!
<3 TITUS!
<3 THIS SHOW MAKES ME TALK IN CAPS HOW HAPPY I AM IT'S BACK

The Bible said, "let there be light", and along came Marshall Mann. Perhaps that's slightly sacrilicious, but I'm watching Big Brother, what do you expect?

Yes kids, it's My Name Is Marshall time, now with 100% more slings and his overall awesomeness/sexual prowess/love for boobs/pie/etc. Oh, and noir-esque lighting.



( To paraphrase a bacon-lovin' NYPD detective, ''rawr''. )

Moral of the story: NEVER listen to women in devil costumes.

(And, as usual, firthgal has provided us with a (slightly) un-bias recap of this episode, sans Prince and other bad puns.)