I don't understand destiny's plan..

So, apparently, 'you right a good drunk carter'.

Now, this can be taken many ways, I feel. Way one: I write a good drunk Carter.

Way two is much more amusing.

Way two contains Sam propped against Jack, staying (wait for it) up RIGHT...

(my feet are cold, btw)

Hrm. The cat is not talking to me.

mrrrrph.

Sometimes, I hate being a girl.

*grouches about girly-bits hurting*

And there is no chocolate in this house. sigh.

Random amusing logs from 'cafe

Carter/Starbuck bits from #subcafe....
( silliness and slashiness abound )