Out of Africa disclaimer Firstly I do not own Grey's, Private Practice or really... anything. This is purely for fun. No money made, no harm meant. Finally - I love Grey's (and it's writers), but I am seriously frustrated - so this is my therapy...And yes, my opinions are definitely coming through from Arizona's internal monologues.
She tapped her pencil against the desk repeatedly.
I shouldn't have done this. I shouldn't have come here. I shouldn't have let bad writing allow me to come to freakin Africa. Really Africa writers? You had to pick the most random place in the world for me to come. I have no connection, no backstory, no nothing. Stupid writers. Realistically sending me to a place where being a Lesbian is illegal? – that's so smart. Makes so much sense… what were the words "painfully beautiful"? Whatever.
She continued her tapping and let her thoughts flow.
This is stupid. I could have just stopped working. I could have just gone to visit a sick family member or even a sick ex if they really wanted drama. Now I'm sitting here tapping my freaking pencil against my desk thinking about how the writers ruined my relationship. MFEO my ass. Clearly Calliope sleeping with Mark is more than just triangle drama – which by the way can you get an original idea – hello? Teddy / Owen / Cristina – triangles aresolast season. My storyline is so lame.
She started to tap her foot in frustration.
I can't sit here in Africa and let these writers destroy the awesome relationship I had. I realise that ( by the laws of lesbians on TV) Calliope will probably get pregnant with yet another Sloane spawn (again –solast season) and I'll have to deal with my not wanting children and my distrust for lesbians that are clearly bisexuals but constantly refer to themselves as bad Lesbians…
She stands up and gets a bag.
Screw some made up grant that seems to be more ridiculous and even more unrealistic than the harper avery. I want Calliope and I damn well do not want to sit around and watch the writers destroy the relationship any further. As if there wasn't enough notice? The writers had a whole six months to come up with some sort of realistic scenario, but instead chose to give Calliope an aversion to airports on top of her aversion to parking lots (and buses that seem to kill her ex-husband).
The blonde picks up her clothes and shoves them into the bag, zipping it up. She looks around the room and throws her backpack onto her shoulders.
Screw you writers… I'm going home, and I'm going to convince Calliope to move somewhere away from Seattle so that we can get our own spin off show – just like Addison but more… L word. Suck it.