I'm not random, it's just that my mind has the habit of coming up with several different interests out of nowhere.

(MBS)

TWENTY WHATS:

[1] What hair color would you like to have?
Shawn number 5. My hair color is the perfect shade of perfectionism.

[2] What is your middle name?
Shoshone.

[3] What is your current relationship status?
The 'having a toothbrush and a drawer for your own clothes at each others place' stage.

[4] What makes you happy?
Dude, so many things! Black Cherry Vanilla Coke. Being always right. Air conditioners in stores. Clothes softeners. Guitar Hero. Guitar Hero 2. The look on my father's face when he realizes that he created a little handsome monster that totally pwned him on his own game. The L Word. My girl. My girl on a wet t-shirt. Guitar Hero 3.

[5] What is your current mood?
I would say cynical with a strike of adorable, but the emoticon for that mood is not cute at all. So I'm going to go with enthralled, because I'm loving the expanding cartooney eyes.

( It goes on and on and on... )

Dear Full House:


I'm sure that no matter how much I try, I won't be able to make you understand how much I miss you. It's pointless, almost as worthless as trying to convince my Dad he should have arrested the ABC guys for psychological damage.

You taught me so much. You showed me how once a week three little girls could screw up epically and solve the whole deal with a sad look and a hug. The hug part might not work in real life, but the puppy eyes is a true story, bro. You taught me that an adult can be a shameless fan of cartoons, make an outstanding impression of the Tasmanian Devil and still get the hot chicks. You also taught me the importance of having a cool uncle who not only had one of the best jobs known by mankind, but most important, he reaffirmed the importance of a well kept and awesome haircut. You burnt that in my heart.

Why? Why did you have to leave us? It took me years, but I've come to terms with the fact that Michelle 1 and Michelle 2 have grown to be young ladies with a dubious diet and an even more dubious love to inhale illegal stuff, that Bob Saget is in fact capable of using the F word and, well, I'm quite glad to see that Lori Loughlin is still hot. Smoking hot.

I miss you, show. But this isn't me asking you to come back. No, please no remakes. I'm still coping with Beverly Hills 90210 and Melrose Place's return. Don't feel bad, we both need to close this chapter of our lives.

Every were I look, everywhere I go, our memories will be there. You will always have a place in my heart.


-Your biggest fan.

I'm asking you, ladies and gents who still believe you can find your true love online, to check out this guys. They don't care if you're 35 and still live with Mom or Dad. Exactly, they're that lonely.


musematch.com/The Tree Little Bachelors Went To The Internet Date Market


Check them out, I know you want to!  Don't be shy!

            



Pops!

I know what you are thinking. 'My son's ran away again. He's left the job I gave him picking up the 3 hundred billion leaves from my backyard and is never coming back again'. Close. Not true. BOGUS. I got the call from the Wild, Dad. A real call and a real Wild. Sam Wild invited me to the opening of his sushi bar in Santa Monica.

So, yeah. Don't call the cops, the army or anything. No, I haven't been kidnapped.

I'll see you around some time during this millennium and I will come bearing gifts! So far I've got you one of those little cocktail umbrellas you like so much. I'll see if I can attach a sense of humor to this postcard.

-Shawn

So, I don't even know where to start. I just literally went w324eterERGW"#$%&$#%"SQUEEEE!!1! after checking this!

Thank you so, so, sooooooooooooo very much to anyone who nominated me for Choice Comedy Writer at the Arpea awards! It's the first time I ever get nominated for something and lol, I feel like I've already won the world or something. Seriously, this made my day in so many levels it's kinda ridiculous. I have so much fun writing Shawn and I'm so touched by the fact that some of you guys enjoy reading his nonsense too. Thank you so much, from the bottom of my heart! <3

Also, congratulations det_lassiter  for your nomination too!! I told you, honey, you're an amazing writer and you totally deserve a recognition for it! Congratulations to all the nominees!

Please,  vote for Shawn, Lassie and your favorite muses! Anyone with a livejournal can do it!

Created by Oatmeal

But in my mind somehow there was giraffes and cocktiels involved in this battle. The cocktiels make sense, but the baboons and the giraffes?

You are alive.


The morning Shawn spotted Mr Kiwi on the back of their garden, he was thrilled by it. He tried to follow him, walking around on all fours, getting dirty his new pajama pants, his hands and even his face. But the hamster was too fast. It didn't matter, Shawn was too excited about seeing him again! His pet was back!

Surprisingly, his parents were not as excited as he was. In fact, they were barely interested about Mr Kiwi's return. They kept changing the subject and even mumbled stuff when they thought that Shawn wasn't paying attention.

At least Gus was as excited as he was. He did appreciate Mr Kiwi.

The second time he saw his old hamster, Mr Kiwi had woke him up thanks to his smell. Living outside probably had that effect on rats and hamsters. Jimmy Leonard's rat smelled just like that. Shawn searched his room, the nibbling on his bed legs confirmed his theory, the hamster was back in the house.

Soon, everybody was aware of the presence of Mr Kiwi, even though his parents wouldn't call him by the name. They started arguing about it, his Dad kept repeating stuff about denial, sugar, lying to kids and imaginary friends.

But Shawn wasn't lying to any kid! His Dad wouldn't listen to him. He kept complaining about the smell while his Mom kept asking if he wanted to go and get a new hamster.

He didn't need a new hamster.

The third time he and Mr Kiwi met, Shawn and Gus were playing Ghostbusters, fighting the invisible ghost  haunting the Spencer backyard. Shawn was busy playing dead to fool the imaginary ghost when he smelt that particular smell. When he opened his eyes, a shabby hamster was slowly approaching, limping his way to meet his old master.

Shawn picked him up, his fur felt wet and he was covered in dirt, his tummy felt a little gooey. It didn't mattered, no matter what Gus thought. It wasn't that gross.

Burying Mr Kiwi in the same place that Jimmy Leonard had buried his pet rat had been a great idea after all.

Your Unique Halloween Costume Is Operation

Don't get zapped!

I was even considering Abigail's his and hers costume choice. But I truly don't wanna upset the quiz, they're known for being revengeful if you don't follow their advice.

Besides, this would be the perfect excuse to use a clown nose and a taser in the same occasion. You don't get that chance everyday, kids.

(Spoilers for Psych's fall finale, Shawn Takes A Shot In The Dark. Firefox is det_lassiter 's Welsh Corgi and they have been both kidnapped and used with much love. They even beta-ed this and I thank them for it. Even the dog, his good grammar is impressive.)


( Things were not working out lately. )

1987


"Shawn!"

With a loud thud, Henry Spencer closed his truck's door, taking off his sunglasses as he approached his son. He smiled amused, checking Shawn's precarious lemonade stall. "Starting a business of your own, kid? Why haven't you told me? I could have given you a hand at building a bigger booth. Maybe a better sign too. Bigger letters would attract more customers. "

(  It's okay, I don't need help. )

He doesn't care if his definition of what a clean apartment is doesn't match with Gus' (or Martha Stewart's, or some chicks he's brought home in the past, or even the rest of the world's), as long as he can find whatever he is looking for in the middle of his mess (that is not really a mess), he can proudly call it a convenient environment with a casual amount of stuff that you never know when it might be handy.

My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul
dial_a_psychic goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as Patrick Jane.
abygail01 gives you 8 dark blue chocolate-flavoured gumdrops.
chromagia tricks you! You lose 2 pieces of candy!
det_lassiter tricks you! You lose 5 pieces of candy!
dr_tbrennan gives you 12 softly glowing pineapple-flavoured wafers.
lieu_murphy tricks you! You lose 2 pieces of candy!
littlepaffs gives you 11 red-orange root beer-flavoured gummy worms.
my_partner_gus tricks you! You lose 4 pieces of candy!
r_vecchio gives you 15 red cherry-flavoured gumdrops.
touchme_n_die tricks you! You lose 2 pieces of candy!
welcometo_life gives you 18 dark blue cherry-flavoured gumdrops.
dial_a_psychic ends up with 49 pieces of candy.
Go trick-or-treating! Username:
Another fun meme brought to you by rfreebern.

What's with the law enforcement system stealing candy from poor innocent citizens like me? Lassie, I expected that from you. But Murph? You should arrest Lassie to make up for taking my Halloween sweets! D:

Ray, contrary to what most of your friends and co-workers believe, you rock, dude.

And Temp? Your pineapple candy totally leveled and powered up my karma. Not only you're pretty, you're also very thoughtful physically, gastronomically and spiritually.

Ten things? Whoa, okay, that's a lotta things. Like, I don't even know if ten things would actually fit inside my chest, but then, I'm not a surgeon or anything.


Okay, let's see...


1) Gus: Watching you getting your legs and bikini line waxed was disgusting but slightly amusing. Almost slightly amusing. I'm sorry for your delicate skin but we all have to make sacrifices for this job. And at least now your legs look like a peel-less banana!
2) I filled my Dad's living room with popcorn when I was 14. I'm still very proud of that.
3) Lassie: You're wrong.
4) I don't feel guilty about being so hot.
5) I haven't read or watched Twilight. Sorry to disappoint you, Ray.
6) Santa Barbara Indian Community: How could I've known that doing that in the table would be an offense? Besides, it was just a hamburger.
8) I've seen "The Notebook" 19 times.
9) Abigail: You're physically incapable of looking fat no matter what you wear. You should stop asking, babe.

Right! I skipped 7! Here we go: 7) Lassie: You're still WRONG. Yes, buddy. I'm psychically watching you as you read this message. Btw, Jesus says you should stop touching yourself.


I guess that's all.

No need to get ten things out of my chest. Shawn Spencer is clean in body, mind, spirit and under his toe nails.

10) [LOCKED. TO ANYONE. Even scratched it so you CAN'T READ it.] I've never felt guilty about breaking up with somebody. Not for more than two hours, at least. Specially when the relationship wasn't really a relationship. Let's call it the "non-relationship that could have been a something-relationship-ish". The thing is, now, I'm not so sure if I still have that proud record. And I don't even know why am I telling this to myself. Now. I'm happy with Abigail..... Maybe I should bring up again the threesome? That wouldn't hurt anyone.[/LOCKED]

It was supposed to be an early night for Shawn.

One of those rare occasions when, after spending more than half a day running away from psychos, the little energizer bunny inside of his head felt like one of those cheaper bunnies, the ones that get tired early and just look for a couch, maybe twizzlers, a movie and texting Gus a couple of times before passing out until the next day, right in time for lunch.

Or whatever those bunnies choose to do when they have an early night of their own.

As expected, Shawn's night was going so far perfect. He was comfortably dozing off, the vision of Angelina Jolie's perfect lips on his tv and the faint sound of rain against his window proved to be much more soothing than any lullaby he's heard as a child.

That, until the pounding on his door started.

With a groan, he rolled off the couch and, not even caring to slip his pants back on, he dragged his feet towards his tiny apartment's door. Between yawns, he opened the door, not enough to let his visitor in but barely enough to take a peek outside.

"Okay, okay. What is it? Because I'm not wasting my psychical-"

Sweet Mom of baby J.

Never looking at a mirror again.

(SWS)

You are Energetic and Bright

You view people with suspicion. There is a lot of interpersonal conflict in your life. You had more conflict with your father than your mother. Your relationship with him was healthy but challenging. You deal with stress in an effective and competent matter. You are able to remain calm. You are a natural multitasker. You enjoy being busy, even if the amount of things you need to do is overwhelming.

All of this stuff just because I saw a pair of fuchsia otters pretending to be John Travolta and Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction?

I gotta admit that they're good. The male one is doing a great job. The other male otter could make a better job if he considers shaving those whiskers though.