I didn’t choose my OTPs. They chose me. I didn’t ask for this shit.
My bar juke box choices are dictated by SPN. As if there is any other way to do it.
AC/DC: good for drowning out loud, obnoxious drunk asshats in bars for 30+ years and still going strong.
Apparently husband has been watching The Newsroom on TiVo without me. He knows no character names, but his descriptions of the characters are killing me.
Pecan pie cheesecake ready for the in-laws!
My friend thinks that “whoever let him be the Doctor is on drugs”. Please prove him wrong.
Nine is my fave.
Today is one of those days where I feel like Severus Snape. I hate the children.