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Owen Harper's InsaneJournal:
| Friday, December 31st, 2010 | |
| 6:24 pm | 5. Am spending an oh so exciting evening at Torchwood, monitoring everything. And I do mean everything. Gwen didn't seem at all in the mood when I saw her, so here I am. The bright side of it is that it requires hardly any actual work. Which leaves plenty of time for things like cursing Jack and Ianto for not being here. Even if they would just be laughing at me for being so disgruntled. Well, Jack would be. Ianto would just be shaking his head and making me yet another pot of coffee. Won't lie, his coffee's what I miss the most. Pie Hole coffee's good, but it's not Ianto's. Current Mood:  bored |
| Wednesday, October 20th, 2010 | |
| 10:32 pm | 4. Got fired. Fucking fabulous, I tell you. Current Mood:  pissed off |
| Monday, July 26th, 2010 | |
| 8:59 pm | 3. If there's one thing worse than babysitting, it's babysitting now that the grandspawn is old enough to start getting into things. Great kid, don't get me wrong, but there's only so many times I can pull her out of the dryer before it starts getting old and worrisome. Why the hell is this kid crawling in the dryer when it's open, anyway? I have the door open while I'm doing laundry and next thing I know, she's trying to pull herself in. Clearly this means one of two things. It means either one: Her parents are incredibly weird or two: I need a dryer that loads from the top and not the front if I'm going to continue babysitting. And somewhere out there, Jack Harkness is laughing his arse once again off at the idea of a child being entrusted to my care. At least she doesn't cry all the time. I think I'd go batshit if she was one of those awful screaming crying children that it seems like you see everywhere. You know, the ones you want to just lock in a closet or something. (Good thing Tosh isn't around at the moment to see that or she'd be making one of her faces at me, I'm sure.) |
| Sunday, March 28th, 2010 | |
| 6:08 pm | 2. Oi, I'm tired of this place sometimes. Because seriously, what the hell was with that whole... fairytale thing or whatever it was? Though it's one of the more benign things this town's thrown at us. It could've been worse, could've gotten me shot again. And I'm pretty sure Suzie wouldn't get her boyfriend to bring me back this time. And my kid wants me to babysit. I'm trying to remind her that she does have another parent to go annoy, with an entire family of people who'd happily babysit for her, but no. She likes torturing me or something. She must have gotten that from her mother. Or else she's been spending too much time around Jo. Who's probably going to threaten to send me to Timbuktu or something. Again. Current Mood: annoyed |
| Tuesday, October 13th, 2009 | |
| 12:21 am | 1. I've decided that planning a wedding is evil. I'd even go so far as to call it a task given us by the devil. But then I remember that he probably doesn't have enough of a sense of humor for that. Between clinic duty, work at the hospital, work for Torchwood, and helping Tosh plan what has become known in our family as "this bloody wedding," I'm sleeping like shite. I have to say that that is quite possibly the only thing I miss about being dead -- the not needing sleep. Being dead sucked but damned if I didn't get a lot done. Oh, and we can't forget Aiode's ever-present attitude of "Let's let the people have some normal before throwing some crap at them." Lost memories, how fun. If by fun we mean frustrating. Am kind of grateful Torchwood didn't have to solve this one for once. Was nice to not be the go-to for all the weird. And Ianto, if you tell me one more time it's just me being lazy, I'm going to come down there and smack you one. Of course, if I smack him then he won't make coffee for me. Or more likely he'll get Abby to give my computer -- and ONLY mine -- a virus that locks it up for three days. I'm still half convinced that's what happened the last time it did that, because I'm not that inept at technology and we all bloody well know it. Current Mood: annoyed |