I want to be a pyro when I grow up.

This weekend has pretty much been a multitude of suck, what with a gyno appointment, and problems, always more problems, impending tests and bloodwork, dreading the latter because passing out is almost certain, working Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night closing shifts, and tonight, oh tonight. I hate working with two other guys, because they are messy and chaotic and not freaking organized and I am caught in the middle of stupid, stupid drama and The Asshole of the Century never shuts up, ever. As it stands right now, I've got a nice headache going on, but I'm munching on dry Cheerios (♥!) and writing a little thingy for my Lit class about Amy Lowell's poems, and you know? I really can't stomach to many poems, but I really do like Amy Lowell. Mmm, imagism.

But, you know, Jared and Jensen can't keep their hands off each other, which, I mean, YOU KNOW. Heterosexual life mates ahahaha omg.

Also, I think I am going to get the Professor Science shirt because nothing fills me with glee like the Dinosaur Comics. Except maybe the Padalecki scaling Mt. Ackles? COULD I MEAN THIS IN A WAY THAT IS LESS DIRTIER THAN IT ACTUALLY SOUNDS?

You would think after listening to this song 120 plus times, it would get old, but no. No it does not. ♥