*clingz*

Just to make it perfectly clear to everyone: I love it here. I love it, I love it, I love it and I reallyreallyreally don't want to go back, kay?
No, I don't miss home and why should I? I hate it there, mkay?
The only thing that I miss are friends, Bambs, my computer and Ella.
That's it.
Geddit, dad? I know you won't read my blog because you don't even know it exist and even if you did know you wouldn't understand it but I just need to rant somewhere right now.
I sosososo don't want to go back. It's so nice and clean in here, I'd never have to worry about sub-zero temperatures inside the house during winter, no need to worry about creepy-crawlies all around me and I just KNOW that my room will be filled with Forficulas (I think that's the right name for them in english) just like every fucking year, and yes it has turned into a phobia already. I hate those things, they disgust me, the are everywhere in late summer / early autumn.
Gah, I don't want to go back.
And yes, I'm totally freaking out about the fact that in 5 days I have to go back.
*shudder*



--Kelly

Abby: Jethro is fine. I'm taking up a collection for flowers.

McGee: Why would I give flowers to a dog who attacked me?

Abby: Maybe because dog is man's best friend. Or maybe because I am a forensic scientist and I can boil you from the inside out and never leave a trace.

[McGee quickly puts money in the container]

~NCIS season 5, episode 13 "Dog tags"