the truth burns deep inside (and will never die)
OH MY GOD DID YOU SEE THAT
OH
OH MY FUCKING GOD
KATHERINE
AND CAROLINE
AND DAMON
OH MY HEART DAMON
yeah, he's no longer BOOOOOONE!, he's totally Damon, and OH MY GOD DAMON I'LL LOVE YOU WHEN NO ONE ELSE WILL
how can ONE LITTLE SHOW pack SO DAMN MUCH in 45 minutes?! it doesn't seem possible, but Vampire Diaries is ABLE TO and OH MY FUCKING GOD DID YOU SEE THAT
I ... clearly, I am too incoherent to be talking about this right now. I will commiserate properly with my sister on the drive to Florida. It will include large amounts of talking in CAPSLOCK and FLAILING and OH MY GOD DAMON.
Dear Daniel Craig: you've been ridiculously MIA as of late. And after Damon's ridiculous-in-a-different-way display of hotness and manpain, you are skirting the top five of my pretend boyfriends. At number five. Seriously, Robert Downey Jr. and his arms are at the top, with Joel McHale at number two (WHEN DOES COMMUNITY COME BACK, speaking of manpain). Damon is at three, and for ol' times' sake, Sawyer's still at four. DUDE. I can only fangirl so much.
Tomorrow night at 10, the Parental Units, myself, the Kid, and Kerri are driving down to Florida for a week. The Patterson family Christmas present is going to Disney World and Universal Studios. I'm bringing Sydney the laptop, so I should be able to keep up with stuff I normally don't keep up with when I'm on vacation. Also, pictures! Maybe.
Now I need to calm myself down enough to sleep because I have to work at 8 in the morning and dammitall, I am leaving work at 4 p.m. I need to finish packing the little things (chargers, mix cds, Nintendo DS, laptop) and take a nap.