Giving fucking thanks

[sharpestscalpel]

Yesterday was goddamn Thanksgiving. I always fucking forget about it with the whole fucking stardate thing instead of regular calendars. Goddamn fucking 'Fleet messing up a perfectly adequate method of keeping shitting track of the time of year.

Any goddamn way.

Fucking Thanksgiving.

Replicated turkey is bullshit so I don't fucking eat it. But I had a little something left over from the last away mission that I cooked up over a flame in the lab. BBQ. Nothing fucking like it even if it ain't goddamn fucking traditional.

Mama always did make us count our fucking blessings. So I guess this year I'm goddamn thankful for the following shit-sucking items:

Fucking space, man
The parathyroid glands
These shit-kicking boots what got me out of fucking trouble at that one base
The old family place back in Georgia
The amygdala
Pointy ears
The fucking ship learning a new goddamn song because the other one was getting fucking old
Lube
Hot sauce and scrambled eggs
Romulan porn
The fucking surrealists
Post-goddamn-modernism
Edith Quimby, PhD
Franz Stangl
Crepes
Maker's Mark
Jazz from the old-Earth 1920s

I could fucking go on but this kind of sappy bullshit is making me want to puke.

Comments

[rn-chapel.livejournal.com]

You know I wouldn't be lying.

Whether or not I'm dangerous...

I don't know that I'm urging you to do anything at all. Stop, maybe. Repent, if you can?

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Repent?

Oh, Blondie. You trying to save my fucking soul? That's just too goddamn precious for motherfucking words.

[rn-chapel.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you've figured out by now that I always hope for the best from people, even when I know it's futile. You also know that you're not the one I'm trying to save.

What are you trying to do? Scare me? I promise, I find you horrifying already.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

You trying to save Pike's calculator? That one there's one doesn't want saving. If he did, he'd have found himself a nice safe job back planetside, instead of shacking up as a captain's man - he's got his own preferences, Blondie.

[rn-chapel.livejournal.com]

Of course he has preferences. Unsurprisingly, a big one is staying away from you. What kind of friend would I be if I didn't want to help him with that?

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

He protests too fucking much.

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

You know something I don't, Tina. Anything I should?

[rn-chapel.livejournal.com]

I talked about this a little bit at the Halloween party with you, I think. But there were more pleasant things to discuss.

But the whole thing isn't really my story to tell. I can ask Spock for permission, though. Or you can ask him himself. I don't think he'll be enthusiastic - he didn't exactly relate it to me on purpose, after all.

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

Don't worry about it. I remember now. And it is none of my business, as you say.

I am glad Spock has a friend like you, however.

[rn-chapel.livejournal.com]

You're such a sweetheart, Jim.

And so is he, given a chance.

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

We're not the only ones. Don't ever change.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Y'all done love-festing it up in my livejournal?

[rn-chapel.livejournal.com]

Yes. Gosh, I hope we didn't make you uncomfortable or something.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Oh, Blondie, the sarcasm don't sit well in your mouth.

[rn-chapel.livejournal.com]

It works a lot better when you can see me rolling my eyes.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

That's true. Why don't you show me in person?

[rn-chapel.livejournal.com]

Ooh, tempting...

But I think I'll have to pass.

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

Too much for you, Scruffy? Jealous?

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

I've got a delicate goddamn stomach for that much saccharine. Fucking shit'll give you cancer.

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry you've been deprived of the real thing so long you can't even recognize it. Nothing artificial about us.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

I'll start carrying around some fucking barf bags, y'all're gonna keep this up.

[rn-chapel.livejournal.com]

That makes it more tempting to keep it up, you know. Just saying.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

You playing on the dark side of motivations now, Blondie?

[rn-chapel.livejournal.com]

The low impulse-control and knee-jerk desire to irritate side, at any rate.

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

You're sort of beautiful when you're taunting him, Tina.