Dr. Greg House, MD

Sound advice if you're the type to take it. If not, well, I'm too preoccupied to laugh at you and say I told you so. Do it yourself.

I do have one question though, why do these things keep popping up now and then? Is it a morbid Christmas present?

My one added approach is to keep a hand mirror might help be away of what's behind you. Awareness isn't always preventative. 

In the midst of all this misery, well, I don't know how hard some of you pinch. Judging by how much you whine.....it's beside the point one way or the other.

Happy Birthday, Eden.


She didn't want it to get around. But this is her day.
[ooc; no, no it's not.]

Stop trying to tote your wares. Make the time mean something. I don't want to see the contrived personality you think would be most presentable because chances are, it's false and disgusting. Think of a twinkie. Delicious, zero substance and once you know what's in it for real only the brave and stupid charge onward. I am brave, but I am not that stupid.

I can also see that this won't go anywhere if you're up for that kind of a game. You won't win.

[ooc; going to a charity show! be back much later to taaaaaaaaaaag <3 <3]

The pen light is useful. That's the best tool my pockets can provide. Bic pens don't write on stone or whatever surface this is. And I'm not using pills as chalk. This is a drawback of not having floss on at all times.

Since I'm stuck it would make sense to figure out what kind of labyrinth this is in design. Circular? Rectangular? Does it make out anything? I'm going to go with the assumption of the latter. Why do something less than ostentatious when you've got a shiny tower that shoots lasers in your city?

I better not run into any ugly muppets.

Holidays are crap. You want to know why? Because they inflate you with unrealistic expectations of what a day should be. I expected to be in a turkey induced stupor, not moving more than necessary to complete my Jabba the Hutt impression. Instead, I'm eating not as heartily, walking just as infrequently and doubling my dosage because I was without vicodin for longer than necessary the day before Thanksgiving. That is what sucks. That is what makes this month crap. Screw your train. You were either alive or dead. When you're dead what do you have to worry about from there? You get back up anyways.

I'm thankful for my vicodin today. Tomorrow it better be the same. While I'm at it, I'm thankful for a newly developed case of some kind. That means my life hasn't completely descended into meaninglessness. When I'm more into celebrating, there'll be pie.

Filtered to Dr. Chase, Dr. Cameron, and Dr. Wilson Because He Feels Like It;
The midget as inconveniently disappeared again when we have an ample opportunity to utilize her particular talents. Great. Just when I was in the cheating to win mood.

What are we working with then? I trust that Plan A has been put into effect. I'm going to spare a guess that it's in the process of failing. Did we ever get a Plan B behind the second door? If not we'll have to play pin the tail on the treatment. Oh boy.

Let me guess, you're lonely. You go to parties and sit in the corner of the room looking longingly at the throng hoping that one of them will approach you and begin that fairytale come true. The clock is ticking, all the elasticity is being worn out in your face. You're holding onto your youth as though it's life itself. How much longer til you fall all the way over the hill and hit the bottom? Who knows. Studies have shown that being without close human contact shortens your life.

That's why you need this guy. Take a look. He has all of his teeth and is house trained too. Those are not hair plugs. Take a good look at him. Already you like him. Blond, blue eyed. Not fat. It doesn't matter what his personality is, does it? It doesn't even matter what  he does for a living. (He's a doctor if you have to know.) This is the one. Why? Because he's so attainable. Just for you.

Bidding starts at one Orange.

I wouldn't be who I am without looking a gift horse in the mouth. Either someone has paid all women some amount of money to appear attracted or mildly interested or there is a curse going on. Or an out break.

In the event of the first, C-cups and up only.

[ooc; you know you want to.]

So I can't run. I can hide though. Especially from that nurse at the hospital.

[ooc; This whole post is backdated to earlier today.)

My fall-guy.
My dingo.
My care bear.
My pain in the ass.
My leprechaun.
My lunch.
My clinic, my rules.

...My God is this getting old.

[ooc; bbl! I'll pick up backdated tags!]

Booze tally is going well. Although it has lost it's glamor. I hope it doesn't turn into marriage all over again. Why does the thrill just have to go when you commit?

Are we getting homesick yet? Show of hands. I'll keep tally. My guess it will be near fifty. Given the post holiday blues are fading but there's still that taste. That and you all are a big, sappy bunch of softies. Really disgusting. Where have all the real men gone?

I think that mine is prettier than yours. That's mine. The whole thing.

Are any of you sick? Better yet dying? I am so bored.