(I have whiplash from the cracktasticality of this one.) Where in God's name did this come from? Ack! This is what I get for looking up weird pairings for Wilson. (Shudder).
I've decided that I'm a jealous person.

I mean, alright, that kid with the Union Jack as a cape mackin' on Skinny McCameron didn't really bother me much. Cameron liking me doesn't automatically call for me to be jealous when she and Chase take up something.

But… Wilson. Honestly. He can't keep his eyes in his head sometimes, when more than one hot piece of babe walks past. Hello, you're my best friend, and we're having a conversation. Heel, boy.

I could deal with the chicks. Really.

It's just that Foreman started talking to him and I was sort of Vicodin-ed out of my mind and I read some things into it that I shouldn't have.

And now it's become an obsession.

Wilson, go hit on Cuddy again, for all I care. Fight Chase to the death for Cameron. I don't care about that.

But, seriously. Foreman? You can do better.

…By doing me.

…I've also decided that three pills in an hour leads me to become paranoid and possibly insane…