(started 5/19/10 15:50)
Sawyer's got a suitcase full of money in his background. Imagine that.
Charlie looks like he's crushing on pregnant girl. And for historical record - I couldn't live in a world without peanut butter. Or Nutella. Know this - my birthday is in July. Send me peanut butter and/or Nutella. I'll be your friend for life.
So happy my medical issues don't extend into asthma. That would seriously suck. My husband's cousin died from an asthma attack in her 20s. Sawyer is a giant dick for withholding her medicine from her. Screw this new world society making up your own rules post crash stuff. My stuff is MY stuff.
Or as the hub-unit just mused after listening to my rantings aloud, "Everybody's gotta sleep sometime." I love that man.
Sayid should have made the bamboo as thick as possible to shove under Sawyer's nails. Especially now that Kate kissed him for barter and he doesn't even have it. Asshat.
Oh wait - his backstory shows he has scruples. Quaint. He can *feel* after all, my people. "Don't you feel sorry for me. Get out."
Sun makes eucalyptus poultice/salve for Shannon to help aid her breathing. I've been shouting "eucalyptus" for the past fifteen minutes. They need me on that island.
Charlie is employing the old "Lost Boys from Hook" methodology into making Claire believe there is peanut butter in the jar. Bangarang!
Sayid is going to walk the island, like Caine the grasshopper or Jules from Pulp Fiction. Good. Somebody needs to become the island cartographer and map that out. It's about time. Slackers.
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