GOD. DEBRA MORGAN. STOP BEING SO PERFECT.

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Me, while watching "Croatoan" with my mom and trying to rile her up: Mom, they're shooting at the car...
My mom: [obviously upset] I knooooooow. I was just going to say something! I'm worried about it getting dents.

Also, Dexter. I cannot begin to talk about you coherently, couldn't even if I HADN'T gotten up at 4 this morning, but man. You really ( Read more... )

Man. I love you, Dexter, but sometimes I REALLY THINK you have some kind of learning disability. ( And on a somewhat related subject, )

I'm really glad my mom and her boyfriend are gone for a few days on vacation, because that means NO ONE CAN HEAR ME CRY at disgustingly loud volume about Dexter. Also, I just want to say ( ... )

I'd like to be glad that I'm finally caught up with Dexter and can a) watch next month and (more importantly) b) [probably] stop having nightmares, but my head actually fucking hurts from crying, and I've been shaking like an insane person for the last twenty minutes. Television should not be allowed to kick my ass like this ( Read more... )

Dexter: Do you know anything about wedding rings?
Deb: Yeah. Wedding rings and nuclear fusion are like, my secret specialities.
Dexter: ...Thanks.
Quinn: Your brother's kind of a dweeb, huh?
Deb: You say anything more about my brother and I will kick your fucking nuts down your throat.

...This is my way of saying I am finally making my way through ( Read more... )

Jesus Christ, Zach Gilford. Jesus Christ. How in the fuck can you be leaving this show?

I just cried for 45 minutes straight. Jesus Christ.

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tamaraface, I swear to god I am going to start writing stuff in like 20 MINUTES, but this is all your fault!

So a while back, I wrote some Dean/Faith, and even though it was done in one of those 4am, why-am-I-still-awake fits of insanity, I'd always intended to write more - mostly because Jackie told me to, but whatever. So I outlined and tried to write and ( Read more... )

So I was having a REALLY GOOD DAY, even though I almost woke up late (because my alarm clock on my cell phone REFUSES TO GO OFF), even though everyone I like at OBT except Dameris was gone, even though I spilled iced coffee ALL OVER MYSELF at Dunkin Donuts because I am very very special. I was in SUCH A GOOD MOOD that I decided, hey, I'll go home ( Read more... )