Aug 08, 2009 00:35
My life is a horror story, literally - do you folks KNOW what this guy does for a living? And I don't mean the junkyard, 'cause yeah, it brings in the cash and keeps the fridge full of beer but that ain't what he does.
The things that are written on these pages will you keep you up for weeks.
...not that it really matters, we're screwed when we get home anyway. God, I hope he leaves me here.
Smoke if you got 'em.
[sings]
Uh oh, overflow, population, common food, but it'll do.
Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed dummy with the rapture and the revered and the right - right.
You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.
[ooc: If These Walls Could Talk - meet one of Bobby's journals.]
research,
cursed,
damn winchesters,
good old bobby