In approximately an hour, I will be attempting to jump my dead car and hope that the battery has not totally given up and died on me. Here is also hoping I do not die in an explosive car fire! If you do not hear from me by tomorrow night, I'm probably dead. D: You may write me poetry to leave on my altar; or porn, porn is okay too. (It's okay though! My car manual gives me detailed instructions on how not to die while jumping my car! Sadly, it does not tell me why my battery might have inexplicably died on me, but I guess I cannot have everything I want in life.) If I do not die, I will be going to a friend's dinner party where she will feed us delicious Louisianian food! I hope I don't die...
REALLY, THIS POST IS JUST TO SHOUT ABOUT KRIS ALLEN. You know, in case I die. You should all know I went out making *____* eyes at Kris Allen, oh my god you little country boy and your little Southern accent and your plaid AND YOUR THIGHS AND YOUR GANGSTER SONGS AND YOUR OBSCENE BLOWJOBS TO YOUR HAPLESS MIC. Oh my god, I love you. ;~; ♥
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(or check out his gorrrrgeous cover of
Falling Slowly/With or Without You. Oh Kris, your voice.)
I am also now officially into Clark/Lex despite never having seen an episode of Smallville. (I...watched part of an episode... Once, on Youtube. Because I wanted to see Jensen as Jason Teague macking on Lana, hahaha. Um.)
Don't judge me. I'm ill. And possibly dying!
ETA: MY LAUNDRY IS STUCK IN THE WASHER IN THE APARTMENT LAUNDRY ROOM. I CAN'T GET IT OUT BC THE ROOM IS LOCKED NOW?? WHY IS IT LOCKED?? WHAT DO I DO ABOUT MY LAUNDRY. FML.