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OMG YAY NEW SUPERNATURAL! *flails*

Oh, I'm going to be so useless come summertime. *sigh*

Here, let's do it a little something like this.

Dear Sam,

Yeah, you're probably cursed or something, but much like Andrea from Top Chef and her fascination with bowel movements, I'd rather not hear about it until there's actually some confirmation. And even then, probably not. (Stalked, cursed ... could be the same thing, depending on how you look at it.)

Also, you should kiss more girls. You kissing girls is like some sort of sin. I feel like I need to go to confession just hearing that you kissed a girl, and I'm not even a fucking Catholic anymore.

I do have to say, for the record, that I would like to see you hook up with Sarah, not so much because she's awesome, because she was ... well, "okay" is probably the best assessment, although the way these writers write women, she's positively fabulous comparatively, but because you were honest with her about what you and Dean do and I'd really appreciate it if you did that with whatever future girl you might hook up with. And Dean's right -- pick a girl whose reaction to something like that is, "Well, what are we waiting for?" and then a quick pounce into the back seat of the Impala.

Dear Sam's tongue,

GUH.

Dear Sam's lips,

DOUBLE GUH.

Dear Sam's hipbones,

I still love you, even though this week I'm seeing other body parts.

Dear Dean,

Have sex with me. Right now. A lot.

Okay, fine, a real comment. Dude, you and I should totally hang out together. Yeah, you're kind of a pig and smarmy and a total con artist, but the two of us could share "toying with the little brother" stories until the cows come home, and I am three times as interesting as Cassie will ever be.

Continue to clean guns and sharpen weapons and flash that smile and dig graves and wear stupid costumes and make lame jokes and be an awesome big brother, and you will continue to have a total-access pass to my pants.

Dear Sarah,

You are cute and I like you. You may return.

Dear Dean and Sam,

Please perform more breaking and entering, as this was the jauntily-themed really felonious version of dressing like priests, on a hotness scale of one to "spontaneously combusting undergarments."

Dear Impala,

Aw, poor baby. You looked just as pretty as all those other cars in the lot, don't you worry. *pets*

Dear promo for next week,

Well, would you look at that? There's so many things to say "That took long enough to show up" about, I can't even start. :)

*****

Today was my first day of work, and tonight is my last. Why? Because Sunday night we have off for Easter, and thanks to me finally getting my personal days today, I'm taking Saturday night off and my friend Jess and I are having a girl's night out. Woohoo! *happy dance*

Oh, you've got to hear this story, too. This girl used to work at our company with Jess, but left to go manage a mini-mart around here and stayed friends (sort of) with Jess. Well, this week she got arrested for robbing her own store. She turned off the camera for ten minutes, then said some guy came in with a baseball bat, told her to shut up, and took the money. And also, ten cartons of cigarettes went missing, and I'm not sure (I don't smoke, so hell if I'd know), but supposedly stealing cigarettes is a federal offense. If that's true, BWAHAHAHA. Idiots. (I've met this girl before, too. It didn't take long to figure out she was a dingbat.)
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