Never getting in Paul’s car again unless someone else is driving. I shall not provide details, but I got super screechy
It’s a shame really. Deer Lake Park was beautiful yesterday and I was shaking with rage by the time I got home.
I actually DREAMED about Misha Collins last night. He was in a supermarket being interviewed about his cookbook and said, “My husband and I – ” and then I woke up. He is married to a woman (who wrote a book about threesomes, hey a girl can dream) so this is just fanfic trying to run my life AGAIN.
I’M DYING UP IN HERE
The most recent supernatural episode was one of the most wildly and offensively insipid 45 minutes I’ve ever seen. I obviously missed something. Also, is Lucifer (in this show) really dead because if I never see Mark P.’s punchable snoot again it will be too soon.