So sneaking out

[tea_and_ink]

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.

Comments

[penandnotebook]

I know, it's like this compulsion I can't be bothered with explanations for anymore, I'm sure if I go to a therapist, they will take this as a symptom of some kind of pathology.

..for, like, five minutes. *shakes head fondly*
Oh, so totally worth it. Some five minutes, aren't they?

Hehehe, well don't go too crazy there, limit yourself to the upsidedown clothes, the pebbles might be stretching it too far. Me thinks ;P

I just got internet at home, so, I am actually twirling around in my chair when not typing. Oh, internet missed you much!! ::clings::

[too-rational.livejournal.com]

We're all crazy. Didn't you get the memo? :D

Some five minutes, aren't they?
Best five minutes ever, dude. *pets crazy-ass fandom*

...the pebbles might be stretching it too far. Me thinks ;P
Really? You think so? *muses* Maybe you're right. I'll think about it. *nods seriously*

Internets! *hugs it to self* I'd die without it, I swear. How did you survive, you poor thing? *clutches to bosom*