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There are wolf cubs on my tv. They chirp when they're babies.
That is the best thing to wake up to in the history of things that you wake up to.
Homg, the cute.
So, tell me somethin'. *gimme hands*
That is the best thing to wake up to in the history of things that you wake up to.
Homg, the cute.
- I had another dream last night. Which is odd for me, since I usually only dream (that I remember) once or twice every two weeks, but now I'm going on three days of dreaming in a row. Not that I'm complaining, because, hello, Jared Padalecki. Although, I would completely not object if my subconscious would stop being so innocent about it all. If I have a dream about Jared Padalecki, I want it to be nasty. Playing with his dogs and sharing stories from opposite ends of the couch like it's a slumber party? That's just a waste of his giant porn-hands and pretty mouth. Where's the sex? Where's the romance? Where's Jensen?
- After very careful consideration, I have come to the conclusion that fuzzy bathrobes were clearly sent down by God as a gift to all sore and/or stressed out women in the world. We should give glory to God's gift by wearing such fuzzy robes at every available opportunity.
- Having and wearing new underwear is probably about the greatest thing in the world. I am very excited to have 12 brand spanking new pairs of underwear in various colors and styles. There are even a few pairs with lace, I am ecstatic!
- And, no, really, subconscious, wtf? I know his puppies are adorable, but spending a good twenty minutes on playing with them is overkill in a dream. Get with the program.
So, tell me somethin'. *gimme hands*
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Little do they know.