So, I know not everyone celebrates Christmas. But I do. Although I am the biggest Scrooge in the world... I tell small children that Santa isn't real, shoot at carolers, and think that Santa is a child molester. Okay, none of that is true (well, except for the last one... I know you've all already heard the jokes... "He sees you when you're sleeping"? And he's "gonna find out who's naughty or nice"? Shady. Not to mention the fact that "Santa" is an anagram for "Satan"). Anywho, I've been making my Christmas wishlist...
It started out being just really slammin' high heel shoes and stuff from McSweeney's. Which basically said this about me: I'm a pretentious bitch (which isn't wholly untrue).
And no, none of the shoes were cobalt blue slingbacks.
Can we reexamine this scene real quick?
Maura's looking at shoes, trying to cheer herself up. Then Jane proposes a different method...
A straight girl would be more excited about looking at shoes than seeing Jane Rizzoli coming at them with a phallus-shaped object… Who are these two trying to fool?
Then my Christmas list turned practical with the addition of an external hard drive (my computer is angry at me for my excess of screencaps, other pictures, videos, music, etc.), new clothes, and the first six seasons of Grey's Anatomy.
I need more of this in my life!
And then my long list of TV shows I want followed. Like...
Season Five of Criminal Minds
(Thanks to CMDaily for this!)
Seasons Six and Seven of Project Runway
This is where my inner femme comes out. I'd be lying if I said I just watched for Heidi Klum. But, not gonna lie, Heidi does make the viewing experience better.
Unfortunately, she doesn't dress like this on the show:
There ain't nothin' wrong with that...
Rizzoli & Isles (if only... TNT, we need to have a talk)
And I would say that I also want a autographed/personalized photo of Sasha but... oh yeah, totally got that last week :D (and yes, I totally peed my pants when I got it, well, not really... But my heart peed its pants)