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I got out of work two hours early last night. SCORE. *happy dance*

Somebody tell me someone's written the Supernatural/Grey's Anatomy crossover that's begging to be written due to JDM's guest shot over there, and notice how I say that like it'll kill the plotbunny in my head if someone else actually has done it.

If I'm remembering correctly, raised-as-a-Catholic that I was, Lent starts this week. I think I'll go drink an amaretto and coke, eat a big bar of chocolate, and watch some porn, just because I can.

EDIT: TWoP recapped an episode of Days of Our Lives for Katrina relief. It wasn't an episode that Jensen was in, which depresses me a little (he was on during my third and final year of college, and you have never seen an entire dorm full of women get so spastically hooked on a soap opera so quickly as they did for him), but still, it's Days during one of its more ridiculous storylines, which means it was only one or two steps below Passions ridiculousness.

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Tyra Banks goes undercover as strip club dancer. There's a joke in there, but it's so obvious I'm not even going to waste energy making it. (Wait a second ... Tyra Banks is afraid of dolphins? You've got to be kidding me! I mean, at least with the bird fear, The Birds explains it. But, dolphins?! What, were One Crazy Summer and the giant dolphin with rabies really THAT traumatizing? If you should be scared of anything after that movie, it's Demi Moore's singing voice.)

I don't think I've mentioned the hassle of getting my W2 from DHL yet, did I? Because guess what I still don't have? Now, I would give them slack because I've moved, except they have my forwarding address, and I did give them a little time if only because this IS DHL we're talking about. So then I called the 800-number, and they gave me another 800-number for a place that wants me to give them thirteen bucks to get it. Uh, NO, you didn't send it to me, I'm not paying for it, you asshats. And now I'm calling the station in Virginia, if only for a lack of other options. Oh, this should be fun. *eye roll* (I've already been directed to two different numbers. Oh, for crying out loud.)

Last night at work, I embarrassed myself so much due to my lack of upper body strength that I started yelling, "WEAK LIKE KITTEN!" and growling cutely at coworkers. This is proof positive that three Bawls won't give you superstrength but it will completely diminish your sense of shame.

EDIT: Today's IMDb poll is killing me here. The Brokeback Mountain and Pride and Prejudice ideas are my personal favorites. (Oh, Pride and Prejudice is out today on DVD, isn't it? YAY! *rushes to go buy it*)

I am completely and totally useless right now.

( Supernatural -- Shadow )

I love my show THIS MUCH. How old can the all-caps thing get? I don't know and I don't care. WINCHESTER LOVE YAAAAAAY!

I'm taping TAR. I may wait until tomorrow to watch it. Right now, I'm all wibbling and spazzy. Oh, my boys. *cuddles them both*

GIP!

Ah, my show. *happy sighs*

EDIT: You know, I'm seriously going to start calling the empty spare bedroom the ballroom, because the only thing I ever do in there is use it as a place to exercise by putting on my headphones and dancing.