how hard would it have been to say some kinder words instead.

Hello flist. Good morning, it's exactly 10:12 am over here, even though, technically, it's actually 9:12, but since we're playing at being interesting lately, I'll go with the flow. Am supposed to be on my cigarette break, but there's no cig, hasn't been one for the last three months (go me!) and I'm pretty sure the supervisor knows, but since I'm extremely proactive these days, she looks the other way.

But, all that is irrelevant, hence the need to write about it.

I'm here to tell you that this morning, when I looked at myself in the mirror a huge revelation came to me, I am not pretty, I am gorgeous. This set the mood for the day, and boy does the sun shine brighter (clouds notwithstanding) when you wake up and say to yourself, self you rock, let the world know it. This being a major, major statement for me to make, so be proud, I've grown a little today. I think.

This all, have a great day!

So sneaking out

of work because, uh, I may have recently (as in thirteen seconds ago) become the not-so-proud owner of a copy of DeVour. Shut up.

 I swear to God, if I ever meet the Ackles, he is so getting a request to hand over my soul back, thank you very much.

I mean, wtf Evangeline?

DeVour.  Don't think I need to tell you how much headdeskery is going on around here, do I?

De-effing-Vour. Shut up, I said.