pepto max!

nausea [cover mouth with one hand], heartburn [place other hand underneath collar bone], indigestion [cross arms over stomach area]

upset stomach [gather hands to belly button], diarrhea [place hands on butt]!

the christmas miracle

I know Jesus is real because something happened on Xmas night; never occurs on any day of the year.

We were pulled together as a family; gathered together for a family meeting about overcoming a common obstacle -- the damn super. By then, everyone had it with the pesky, troublesome, and unscrupulous rat whose extortion attempts were getting out of control.

I think God stirred something in that bastard's heart to pound on our door in the middle of the night -- on the Eve. I think God wanted our family to somehow remain intact and functional through some sort of adversity.

But Lord, I don't know if it'll work. As you know, nothing lasts on this planet and human love is no exception. But it was nice; for a fleeting moment that I will never forget and maybe that's what you wanted to do -- to give us a glimpse of what you really had in mind when it comes to family.

i hate looking at the world through my fingers

Well, it was a nice run; Haepee doesn't return my calls and e-mails, and getting reacquainted with people from the past is always awkward and never lasts. Sorry, Teeth, I just can't get past what you did to me.

In other news, it's clear that I should keep my eyes on an institution in Wayne. Baruch, you snubbed me.

God, I just hope that I make it enough to escape my crazy family; I really need a place of my own.

baby language

* Neh = "I'm hungry"
* Owh = "I'm sleepy"
* Heh = "I'm experiencing discomfort"
* Eair = "I have lower gas"
* Eh = "I need to burp"

head-on

Galactica: Deck

Starbuck: No. I don't think you're a traitor. You're a smart young woman, that's what the old man said. [Kat swallows.] You're just not smart enough to accept who you are. [Kat whimpers.] You see, you lied your way into the company of good people.
Kat begins to weep: Starbuck, don't tell the admiral. Please. Please don't, or I --
Starbuck: Or what?
Kat: Starbuck, please just let me tell him myself. Please just let me. Can you do that?
(Long pause.)
Starbuck, disgusted: Gods.
(Kat sobs as Starbuck leaves her, alone.)

Galactica: Corridor

(Kat approaches Enzo with Starbuck still echoing in her ears: "Accept who you are.")
Enzo touches Kat: Yeah. Remember me?
Kat: Yeah. Yeah, I remember you. Thieving bastard. You'll ruin everything I got. Come here.
(They have sex.)

(Flashback and forward: Kat touches her Raptor, opening Helo's locker, trading out rad badges to keep him grounded, joins the next trip out. Military drums. She climbs o­nto her wing with a rad badge in hand.)

Galactica: Sickbay

(Kat's in bed, dying. Kara stands over her.)
Starbuck: They said you wanted to see me.
Kat: Yeah. …I don't think we should end the way we ended.
Starbuck: Listen, um... everybody's... everybody is stuck with the things that they're not proud of. That, uh...that thing about good people, I… Um, I didn't mean that.
Kat: Yeah, I know.
Starbuck, taking out a small bottle: Here. Take these. Sleeping pills. [Kat looks at her.] Sadly: Enough. So, um, take 'em if you want.
Kat: Thank you.

stop the cat box!

the beets had some cataracts
the sheep don't like it
lock the cash box
stop the cat box

always thinkin' of you

How can I tell you that I love you, I love you
I long to tell you that I'm always thinking of you
I'm always thinking of you,
But I can't think of right words to say