Fourty five.
[ silence as mister former angel reads the paper in his hand, he is on the phone you see, to a radio station because he got lost trying to walk around the city itself. it is must easier to simply appear in the place you are thinking of you know :| but alas he cannot do that
after a hefty pause he begins talking, partly unaware of the journal being open ]
Virgos and Leos are destined to find love this week. Give someone a pat on the backside, you never know if they could be the next Mr or Mrs You.
... [ this is all read really awkwardly ] Wednesday promises great luck to anyone wearing a white shirt, but only if they snap their fingers three times before the strike of noon.
Tomorrow, all signs should be sure to keep a close eye on the street gutters. A treasure could be waiting to change your life around for the better.
[ the radio man thanks him etc etc and Cas hangs up the phone, still staring at the paper...
why oh why did he let Crowley write these down? ]
after a hefty pause he begins talking, partly unaware of the journal being open ]
Virgos and Leos are destined to find love this week. Give someone a pat on the backside, you never know if they could be the next Mr or Mrs You.
... [ this is all read really awkwardly ] Wednesday promises great luck to anyone wearing a white shirt, but only if they snap their fingers three times before the strike of noon.
Tomorrow, all signs should be sure to keep a close eye on the street gutters. A treasure could be waiting to change your life around for the better.
[ the radio man thanks him etc etc and Cas hangs up the phone, still staring at the paper...
why oh why did he let Crowley write these down? ]