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[feelinglumpy]

Veronica Mars is INSANE...but in a good way.

The alternate ending is INSANE...in a very bad way.

I'm recording this for posterity's sake; feel free to ignore this post, as I am convinced that I am the only person in the universe who watches Veronica Mars (that's grossly inacurate, but it might as well be true.) 

Comments

[thejoyofcooking]

I voted for the original, not because I want Meg to wake up but because I don't want Veronica to get in the kind of deep shit that she would for smothering someone. But I kind of do just want Meg to go away.

[feelinglumpy]

same here. on all counts.

[frumpezled]

fine then, feel free to ignore this comment. hehe. did you get any snow? we sure did all i can say is wheeeeeeeeeeee. but you can still kinda see the grass which is a bummer.

[feelinglumpy]

you see your grass? that sucks. I haven't seen my grass all day! (heehee, I love double meanings)

I discovered the perfect snow food today: strawberry jam and tea. it goes perfectly with snow, yum.

Have you checked Frank out lately? he's all decked out in these snazzy clothes. He looks quite dashing, if I may say so.

[frumpezled]

Wait, so you put the jam in the tea? like inside of it? Um, ewwww. you can't do any better than potato soup on a wintery day. well maybe you can with hot chocolate or something, but thats it.
and yea so i can see my grass still and you cant. you know what i think? you're just jelous since me an my grass are friends and your grass just hates you.
Frank is my hero. why does he get such snazzy clothes and i dont?

[feelinglumpy]

no no no, you silly goat. You eat a spoonful of jam, and then a sip of tea. then rinse and repeat. And potato soup is clearly only perfect on a winter-LIKE, but really autumn day. And hot chocolate is so cliche. Strawberry jam and tea is the new hot chocolate. (we do talk an awful lot about food. we could probably write a book about it)

you're right about one thing: my grass really does hate me. It's been dying a slow death ever since we moved in, and can now be easily mistaken for hay. :(

because Frank is just a snazzy kind of guy. you could never live up to his standard of snazz. no one can. He's just special like that.