Dorm

[notcalledlizzie]

I'm sharing with kawalsky, so I guess any and all reunions of those screwed over by a certain Egyptian artifact will be held in our room?

It's 239 *checks dorm list*

*facepalms*

Hey, kawalsky, if you want your stereo back, you won't have to go far to get it! 2ls_in_oneill is right next door

*redoubles her death to Rodney plans*

*realises that she has other plans to complete first*

And I guess I better finish moving in too, huh *looks at the lone laptop bag she has with her*

Comments

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Well, I don't know about screwed over.

It opened huge possibilities for me.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Well, *whispers* the other me is doing fine.

Although it does make me wonder just where I'd be now if Kinsey hadn't turned up in his limo that day...

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Ah, Kinsey.

Now that's someone we have to clone, if only for the enjoyment of killing him over...and over...and over again...

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Hmmm.... yes... *gets satisfing pictures in her head*

He got off far too lightly. If the Stargate uh, Classified program wasn't so classified, he'd have been hauled over the coals in the senate and congress and then I'm sure some of my former collegues would have enjoyed giving him what he so richly deserves.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

I know a lot of my former colleagues would love to get Kinsey with a pain stick instruments of torture.

Ah well.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Maybe it could be a field trip, for uh...

Let me think on that one. ;)