R.I.P Jeff Conaway

Today the love of my adolescent life, Jeff Conaway Kenickie, has passed away.

This makes me so, so very sad; I would spend the majority of my childhood as a sexy Rizzo, holding napkins singing “There Are Worst Things I Could Do” to his imaginary picture. [Yes, I had a very strange childhood in which my mother let me watch Grease at the tender age of eight years old.]

Today I was very happy to graduate from college, but very sad to come home to this news. Yes, I realize this is a somewhat (okay extremely) cheesy post and may seem like an overreaction, but considering I used to run around exclaiming, “a hickey from Kenickie, a hickey from Kenickie” you can understand my sadness.

So to you from me Pinky Lee, rest in peace.

My OTP to end all OTPs.

The following Doctor Who video contains spoilers from last night’s brilliant episode “The Doctor’s Wife” so be ye warned. Oh and dad, because I know you are reading this, otp means original true pairing.