Related to your prior enjoyment of characters being mean: You've seen Swimming with the Sharks, right?
Yeah, yeah, nothing impresses you.
When are you going to write something on your other blog instead of sitting around playing boggle and watching "meh" television, hmm?
I have season 1 purchased and on deck. So am I not gonna like this? Huh?
You'll like it! Season one is great. I still enjoyed each episode of season two, but at the end, I didn't think it was quite so neatly done.
SWTS: Kevin Spacey, right? I think I've seen parts of that, but don't remember it much.
Stop oppressing me, B. That other site is "serious," and I started this blog to procrastinate from serious stuff; I don't really need to explain this to you. Anyway, like I said, I'm percolating.
She's just happy that you're back, ogged, but, like most women, has difficulty expressing her emotions.
You don't need to explain anything to me. But you should know me well enough to know that I usually say nice things in public in the meanest way possible, and that what I really meant was, "I look forward to new blog entries, rather than to boggle chat, which I can't share in."
But you know, hey, fine. Just make me look stupid in front of my friends, see if I care.
I can't help it, you gave me cooties.
Got my cooties, eh? Say goodbye to the Bitch kidney.
Kids, kids. Simmer down or I'm going to have to pour myself yet another martini. And wait until your father gets home!!!
Take more pills and get out of my room!
Dude, you can't have my kidney! Get your hands off me!
Pgrrrl, go fix yourself another martini, Ogged and I can work this out on our own.
Dad doesn't even have email. Dad's a loser. Loser Dad.
Is that why you're always sniffing me, sicko?
Sigh. (pours 5th ... or is it 6th? ... martini)
Mmm. Feels like home.
I'm trying to subtly let you know that you stink. Stinky.
You need to quit savoring my musk, musk perv.
Musk? Do you mean the smell of gangrene and dirty jammies? Maybe you should get dressed and get out of the house, malingerer.
Musk? Did you just say "musk"? Who taught you that naughty word?
Where's Dad? He's gonna get the soap ...
Pgrrrl, she's calling me foreign words.
Ok, I think it's time we all had a martini, now, isn't it?
I learned "musk" when Dad took me to the Mineshaft. Please not the soap again, pgrrrl.
You're a malingerer, and an illiterate. Also a whiny titty baby.
Hey, can't argue with the titty baby, can you?
Well ladies, this does bring back the memories. And now I'm off to bed. Night!
No -- I meant ogged can't argue with being called a titty baby :)
You may argue away, and I will just down more martinis.
Sigh. Leave it to a man to just walk out on an important conversation ...
Apparently he can't, since he has to go beddy-bye. 'Night, titty baby.
I'm envious of your martinis. All I've had tonight is a beer and a ham sandwich.
Well, I don't actually have martinis.
I'm massively sleep deprived and suffering insomnia. Napped from 7-11:30 and now I'm just awake and edgy. Drained last bottle of wine (1 glass). No food in house, really (moving next week). New man out of town. Life sucks.
I'm sleep deprived and up just because I'm a fucking moron. No food here, either, since we just got back from a trip and no one's gone shopping yet. Moving is a bitch, isn't it? Not to mention absent men.
Anyway, I wish you luck getting back to sleep. I'm going to try that myself.
You two aren't going to spontaneously show each other your tits if I go to bed, right? Because I can tough it out a few more minutes if you are.
Get out of here, Ogged. We were having a private moment. No boys allowed.
Well, I mean, we are ... but not until after you leave, of course.
And if we did it now, well, what would you show us?
Who wants to see your icky boy scar?
Are you two IMing tits across the internet? You better not be! Ok, I'M LEAVING. You're ALL ALONE IN HERE.
Scar? Oh, so is that what the kids are calling 'em these days?
53: Only when you can barely see them.
Profgrrrrl, why don't you come to bed now?
This thread makes a lot of excellent points about Veronica Mars.
Dammit, Felix! You broke the fourth wall!
Self-conscious fourth-wall-breaking is really more of a Simpsons/ latter seasons of Buffy problem than a Veronica Mars thing, don't you think?