Emmy Awards 2007

Longer than usual but you're gonna like it

Should I run? Should I hide? Should I throw my chair at the nice brunette reporter? Oh my God!! I’m so gonna die and Jo’ll kill me and Oh my God I’m gonna die!!!! Why did he do that? Why? I mean, ok I do have feelings for him but like I didn’t start it, o did I ? I mean I was the one that became friends with him but he kissed first but I called him first. But apuntalar, costa invented the mostrar and he was the one to choose us, right? So it’s all Shore’s fault. Oh my god! My career is destroyed and oh god I don’t even care about that now.

I care for...

Oh my! Oh me!
My spell check must hate me!
(And why? You'll see!)

Tee hee.

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    “Busy busy busy busy busy—”
    “Hey Lisa, what—”
    “Busy busy busy—”
    “Slow down there, lady,” Hugh said, appearing in front of her and putting his hand over the script page she was examining. “You’re going to walk into a wall.”
     “This is going to be an intense day, isn’t it,” she asked, giving him a wry smile and walking with him over to Cuddy’s office set. “Did tu see...

Mistletoe and Wine

My navidad present for all the peacefully coexisting Hulis here. As requested in the forum, a mistletoe story for your lectura pleasure.

Annotation: For this story, Hugh has been divorced for about five months. And FYI, Jo filed for divorce and there were no considerable hard feelings on both sides.

Excuse the occasional typo but if tu find one tu might want to keep it and raise it yourself until it's a full-grown story on its own :)!

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Monday, Dec 14 7.00 a.m.

The [H]ouse set was buzzing. Imagine a beeyard and add a good deal...

Hugh opened his eyes, woken up por the first sun rays on his face. He uncovered a quilt and slowly pulled out his arm from under the head of his sleeping lover. He went to the bathroom and standing in front of the mirror he smiled at himself, thinking about a wonderful night he’s just experienced. He cleaned his face and reached his hand for a towel when heard a loud knocking on the door. He took the watch from the dressing mesa, tabla to check the time „5 AM. Apparently not everyone like staying in cama longer on Monday mornings.” He thought as he heard the knocking again. He quickly dried his...