...way out on the corner of fucked up and evil...

I hate all of you who are not writing me Eerie Indiana fanfiction right now, just so you know. I got a ForeverWare t-shirt for my birthday (best brothers EVER, although Johnny somewhat ruined the moment by giving me another one with a cartoon of Ozymandias chucking Daddy Winchester out of a window, nice) and I need to wear it and read exciting new fanfiction and there isn't any and basically you all suck and probably you're zombies or something.

Also, I have allowed myself to be seduced back into watching Justified so I have massive shame. Massive, battered-fangirl shame. I need therapy or something. Actually, I have Franklin and Bash on DVD, probably Zack Morris is better than therapy. I will test this theory and go and watch it right now, in fact!

I have nothing to say. I don't even want to live in this sad, sad world anymore. I am going to Switzerland and getting mercy-killed so that I will no longer be forced to bear witness to this TRAVESTY OF JUSTICE.

KISS MY ASS, COLIN FARREL! I gave you the best movie-watching years of my life and now you betray me by pandering to a bunch of Twilight-loving lackwits. Why don't you just go and get a big cube-shaped head implant and a ridiculous buffount hairstyle and go all the way, you sell-out.

Oh, also I watched that episode of Bones today where Sweets and Daisy get back together, and they were talking about Saved By The Bell and they compared themselves to Screech and Jessie, and while I'm not overly fond of either Sweets or Daisy, I think that was kind of a harsh comparison. I'm just sayin'.