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[30 Aug 2005|02:41am] |
...Someone stole my...lacross ball...
Wilson?
Foreman?
Chase?
Cameron?
...who else? I don't talk to anyone else.
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| Open~ |
[26 Jul 2005|01:43pm] |
(Ayan's back.)
House sat outside the cafeteria, peering into the mug of coffee in front of him wih a frown. House knew a lot of things, but he for all the world could not contemplate this. Out of all the places to land, why there? It just didn't make sense. Was there a big fat target in his mug that he couldn't see?
A green baby catepillar had wafted and literally floated down from a tree like a little leaf and landed in his mug. It was obviously struggling, and House just stared at it. Heartless as it may seem, you have to understand, House couldn't drink his coffee. Which he needed. Because he'd just spent the last 3 hours in clinic duty.
"Who told the Irish to get all the luck?" he muttered idly under his breath, watching to see if the damn thing would start drinking his coffee to save itself. Doubtful, bu interesting to think about.
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| Boredom |
[12 Jul 2005|12:16pm] |
House drummed his fingers lightly on his desk, headphones on, head bobbing. He was listening to The Goo Goo Dolls. He wasn't a huge fan of them, but something about them today...
Top Fashion magazine was propped up against his monitor, and he was reading it, occassionally pausing in his drumming to flip the page. Yeah, he was actually reading it. Yeah, he was actually thinking.
Thinking on a good way hand Benson retribution for tossing him caneless to the wolves. He figured posting those pictures of Elliot looking gay with Dr. Audrey (no, not the girl one) had already been done, so it would be pointless to post any more. Pushing Elliot off the roof sounded nice, but oh you know, bad leg.
Hm.
Moving the magazine from his computer screen, he logged into livejournal and typed out a public entry:
If anyone sees Dr. Elliot Benson anytime today, push him off the roof. He'll thank you.
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[09 Jul 2005|05:46pm] |
Lottery?
...Nope.
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| Hm... |
[27 Jun 2005|05:12pm] |
I just saw that stripper memo-girl run by my office rambling curses at Cuddy, Benson, and memos. Followed by a tyrade of women from Admin.
I hadn't realized administration was now hiring hookers.
Is it Christmas already?
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| Hm...Crimson Room |
[23 Jun 2005|03:23am] |
The Crimson Room
There are 13 items hidden in this room in order to let you get out of this room.
If you've found:
0-6 items, your IQ is very low, total idiot
6-8 items, Low IQ, you're an idiot
9-10 items, you're normal
11-12 items, your IQ is high, above the average.
There are less than 4000 people that have found the 13 items hidden in the room, and have gotten out.
- - -
Got it in 15 minutes. Gee, I must be smart.
If you need help, bribe me and maybe I will.
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| Whiteboard |
[20 Jun 2005|01:05pm] |
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Little doodles on the board. Smiley faces and hung stick figures labeled Cameron, Chase, and Foreman.
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| Open if you like roofs and frequent them. |
[18 Jun 2005|05:07pm] |
The Who was blasting from the diagnostician's office. However, it didn't mean he was there. Because he wasn't there. Oh no. House wasn't done avoiding people, and the loud music was a distraction. Up on the roof, House stood, watching the soft flicker of light glazing across the horizon. He leaned on his cane, his mouth pursed in thought. Thinking was a temporary cure to who knows what.
His mouth twitched upwards in a slight secretive grin. Never in a million years would anyone guess he was up there. Seriously. It was difficult going up the stairs for House. But it really didn't matter when you had lots of time, lots of energy, and nothing to do. Not that House had nothing to do. There was always something. But as Stacy had said. He avoided work like the plague, unless it was the plague.
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| Avoiding |
[16 Jun 2005|04:56pm] |
[private]
I've been avoiding everyone. Why? Because I am. People are pointless.
[/private]
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[14 Jun 2005|10:39pm] |
The last time I checked, soap operas were on television...
What's this about hookers and gigolos?
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[12 Jun 2005|03:07am] |
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Boredom should be a sin.
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| Memo |
[11 Jun 2005|01:05am] |
Foreman, Chase, Cameron -
Someone do an MRI for Control Freak MD Kennedy Kennedy-Berkiowitz.
Just do it.
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| Hm... |
[10 Jun 2005|06:27pm] |
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So how many Deans of Medicine does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
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| Whiteboard: |
[09 Jun 2005|02:19am] |
Symptoms:
-overpowering conquering control freak
- degenerative spina stenosis
- impaired coordination
- moron syndrome (because patient thinks she's better then her doctors)
- speech pattern differentia
- weakening muscles
- hysterical blindness
- tunnel vision
What it could be:
- everything and their mother
- suspecting MS, but no lesions...innocent until proven guilty.
- test results: (pending...) Nada
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| HA |
[07 Jun 2005|10:21pm] |
Look what Foreman got me. Definately am going to put it on the inside of my car window (ain't putting no sticker on my corvette).
My Other Ride is....
edit: I got Foreman this one, which Kai referred: Homeboy. More expensive too...but worth it if he robs a bank.
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| Friends Only: Medical Opinions |
[06 Jun 2005|03:34pm] |
It is my medical opinion that Dr. Cuddy Carmen Electra and Dr. Cameron should do the nasty.
It is also my medical opinion that I should watch.
Good for the leg, you know. The psychological effects are extremely beneficiary.
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[05 Jun 2005|03:01am] |
Cooking?
Cool. Hookin' up at yo crib.
Hot stuff.......G.
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[04 Jun 2005|06:17pm] |
Some patient spat in my coffee today.
...No, I didn't drink it.
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