I think I'm a Meredith.

I think I'm a Meredith.

Derek: It's not the chase.
Meredith: What?
Derek: You and me. It is not the thrill of the chase. It's not a game. It's...it's your tiny ineffectual fists. And your hair.
Meredith: My hair?
Derek: It smells good. And you're very, very bossy. It keeps me in line.
Meredith: I'm still not going out with you.
Derek: You say that now.

I could well be the one that got away.

p/s: much love to debs, for the grey's anatomy season 1 dvd on loan and the lovely girly chat (in your bed) on absolutely everything and nothing - you know what i mean.

i came bearing: 1 strawberry crumble, 1 quarter eaten peanut butter chocolate cupcake, 1 giant sized pixi stix, 1 teen vogue & 3 cleos

with the intention of saving you, but nothing could compare to you saving me from the dreaded act of THINKING TOO MUCH, and staring at my laptop all day long, of course.

p/p/s: i need to get a job, per-ron-to!