I'd like to sincerely apologize, but I don't know your name and I don't know how to contact you again, so, uh, this is the best I can do. Sorry about that. I know she's a crazy bitch. In other news...to you before you interrupt her in the middle of a sentence while she's trying to explain to you how you should maybe take a minute to calm the fuck down before you fire off an angry email to corporate

At this very moment, these two songs define my life and who I feel like I am today. In other news: I'm knitting and listening to Glee.

Dear My Favorite Kid, please purchase a 1968 Pontiac Firebird. I will come wash it naked for you. Also please notice me. Love, poor old pathetic vintage car obsessed me. Dear People I have known...should be sleeping but there is too much Misha Collins in the world. SON OF EDIT: Can someone come here and talk with me about just how much the writers of Supernatural totally ship Dean and Castiel

Two nights ago I had a dream that Kevin Jonas was a figure skater who stole my dog. And then gave him back. And then helped me dye my hair black. Last night I had a dream that My Favorite Kid was the... In other news, six episodes until season 4 of Supernatural, meaning CASTIEL. Also my mom's watching A British Show and I keep thinking it's Doctor Who. The end, I have nothing more of interest to say

WELL I CAN CROSS SOMETHING OFF MY NEVER-HAVE-I-EVER LIST: CRYING OVER FANDOM. GODDAMMNIT DOCTOR WHO. GOD FUCKING DAMMIT. DONNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. I'VE SERIOUSLY BEEN BAWLING FOR HALF AN HOUR... GUYS. THEY SANG. I AM NEVER GOING TO BE OKAY AGAIN. OH MY GOD. AND MATT SMITH, JUST. THAT ONE LITTLE GLIMPSE OF HIM WASN'T ENOUGH TO TELL ME ANYTHING SIGNIFICANT BUT I CAN SEE MYSELF LIKING HIM

and then there's me. Yes I'm talking about the Jonas Brothers and how this may be one of my favorite communities ever. that's all.

...want you to know and you suck it in with the blind faith of the devoted. But then, not half a second later your mind kicks in and you come screeching to a halt saying "now wait a minute, that damn bird is spouting lies and filth" and you come and give me a piece of your mind. But for that split-second, that glorious fraction of time, I control your thoughts, who and what you are down to the core...

Этот праздник у меня в сознании неразрывно связан с защитным цветом... Как сейчас помню, как в четвёртом классе нарисовала свою первую поздравительную стенгазету к 23 февраля - скомпилировала на ней портрет солдата, орденскую ленту и букет...так оно и повелось с тех пор...но это я отвлеклась, Итак: Поздравляю, дорогие товарищи! И вот вам от меня в подарок нехитрый такой ребус:

Нет, не то, ...не пополняла рубрику "с точки зрения птиц": Достаточно зимняя картинка, я думаю: (кто не в курсе, смотрите сверху!)

Прошу строго не судить, т.к. снималось все с рук))  "Танцующие" фонтаны - очень красивое зрелище