Don't leave a voicemail, seriously.

I've wondered for a loooooooooong time where this belief that if you died in your dreams you'll die for real comes from. I guess it's superstition like photographs stealing part of your soul (OR DO THEY????????). This cheerful thought is brought to you by the amazingly horrific dreams I've been having and shot utterly vile I feel today due to them.

So when I woke up in the middle of the night from a dream where Sookie Stackhouse was my neighbor trying to kill me in a car accident (I told you it was cheerful mood), and I read this Puck/Rachel fic which is as charming as can be. Puck the douchebag with a heart of at least tinfoil.

So SPN has become a fandom that doesn't believe in cuttags for spoilers? WTF is that about? Handle your shit, SPN fandom. Just so you know, the plot of future episodes? Yeah, in case you were unsure: that's a spoiler.

You know, I would find this whole not getting my comment notifications AT ALL almost amusing except I try to answer the fb on my fic and I know there are people who have decided to hate me forever based on this whole situation where I have no idea if people are talking to me or not. Well that seems about as fair as anything else in fandom <--------- I now come with added whining feature! Thank god the shows are new and I have to go do shit or else I might become the internet police. (Yes, when I say showS I mean Vampire Diaries, please suck it.)

This is how horrible I feel today: I suggested we have pizza for dinner because I just can't handle it today.

eta: My friends are insane, which means I can't retain the emo for too long (since I'm awake).

Oh no. I have something SO MUCH BETTER now: Jericho's most epic of epic album of epicality