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May. 5th, 2006 12:35 amLookit, T, you've got a stalker/fan-type
dear wb/upn/cw/whatever the hell you'll be calling yourself this fall [and please, please rethink that whole CW crap. It makes me think of the water company],
If Supernatural isn't picked up for S2, that's it. I'm breaking up with you. I have the power to do so. My TV addiction has seriously waned and right now my weekly yummy/scary fix is the only thing keeping me hooked. [please ignore the short widget behind the curtain. Pay no attention to the widget who demands spongebob. IGNORE!]
All this means two things.
One, I am not at work. Easily explained: Cramps from hell. I swear, I thought of trying to go in with 'em, and then I realized that while not as agonizing as lying down, standing wasn't much of a picnic either. Hello, drugs. Which did nothing. Hello heating pad, which took 3 hours to do anything other than make me wonder if I was going to have a loverly burn or twelve.
So I resorted to the last step one takes in order to feel better. Eye. Candy. Thus, I watched the last two episodes of Supernatural.
( ...that's it? No, seriously, spoilers this time. )
All important things aside, if we're back to loving fictional characters, much love for Dean. and not just because he's yummy.
G'ah, I'm frying. But I can't cool down too much, or the cramps of DOOOOOOOM. Seriously, how do some of you stand it? *is such a baby* Though we're talking massive pain here.
Annnnnnd person I sent damning email to is online and has not noticed me/is ignoring me. Hmm. No reply email either.
dear wb/upn/cw/whatever the hell you'll be calling yourself this fall [and please, please rethink that whole CW crap. It makes me think of the water company],
If Supernatural isn't picked up for S2, that's it. I'm breaking up with you. I have the power to do so. My TV addiction has seriously waned and right now my weekly yummy/scary fix is the only thing keeping me hooked. [please ignore the short widget behind the curtain. Pay no attention to the widget who demands spongebob. IGNORE!]
All this means two things.
One, I am not at work. Easily explained: Cramps from hell. I swear, I thought of trying to go in with 'em, and then I realized that while not as agonizing as lying down, standing wasn't much of a picnic either. Hello, drugs. Which did nothing. Hello heating pad, which took 3 hours to do anything other than make me wonder if I was going to have a loverly burn or twelve.
So I resorted to the last step one takes in order to feel better. Eye. Candy. Thus, I watched the last two episodes of Supernatural.
( ...that's it? No, seriously, spoilers this time. )
All important things aside, if we're back to loving fictional characters, much love for Dean. and not just because he's yummy.
G'ah, I'm frying. But I can't cool down too much, or the cramps of DOOOOOOOM. Seriously, how do some of you stand it? *is such a baby* Though we're talking massive pain here.
Annnnnnd person I sent damning email to is online and has not noticed me/is ignoring me. Hmm. No reply email either.
