Rose Tyler hates beaches

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[And here we have Rose, just off of the finale, not entirely sure how she's feeling]

....well, that explains a lot.

Comments

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . Seriously? Because-- I just let the matter drop. Just a few seconds ago. You were there.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

....that's weird.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

-- What is?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

You dropping it.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

What, should I not have? It seemed like you were rather set on there nothing being wrong.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Because there is nothing wrong.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

See? There you are, then.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

...right. Yeah.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[Have an exasperated sigh.]

What? Honestly, what?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

...sorry.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[Er, wasn't expecting that]

-- What?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Crazy girlfriends keep you alert] Sorry?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . Oh. Well.

. . . For what?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Everything I just said?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . It's fine. Rough day for you, after all.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

....yeah, I guess. Not mad, are you?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

No, I'm not. I suppose I ought to just give you some time to sort it out.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

....time?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Yeah, time. You know. Seconds, minutes, hours, months. Gets measured out with those clocks and calendars that you lot are so fond of.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

We don't have to, do we?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

'S up to you.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

....no.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . No?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

No time? I dunno. It sorta helps, you being around.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

-- Might be easier if you had the other me.