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
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
...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: