Guess what my secret hobby is? And no, it's not blocking alien mind probes! I've been
I can't help it, nothing makes me happier than swimming through the 'why J2 is truly J2' waters. It really does makes me happy. And it makes me laugh—like, really, *really* hard. But not in a mean way, you understand. It's fun, like collecting figurines or learning how to line dance. It's a back and forth kind of tango, you know. "Ach, you're crazy, cha-cha-cha, but then again, look at that *face* he's making at him, cha-cha-cha."
Except, of course, that the Padaleckis are the worlds most adorable couple. Look at their faces when they're together. They don't just love each, they like each other too, they touch a lot, they laugh a lot...so happy together they look a little like that other couple…*koffJaredJensenkoff*
And then we have Jensen and his bride Daneel, who has the most magnificent boobies ever. In picture after picture, you can tell that...yes, they know each other.
Mizz Rose, I hear you sigh, you've been known to be a crazee azz bitch on occasion, but this takes the cake, And I would say, yes, and it is a big old cake, with unicorns sprinkles.
Sparkly unicorn sprinkles.
My friends, Yer Mother has picked apart the evidence, examined photos with all the dedication and obsession of treasure seeker, and well…it all boils down to this.
I haven't seen a damn thing that corroborates my—what do I call it? Obsession? Delusion? Flight of Fantasy? Flaming Idiocy?
Because this look—
is hardly more intense than this look.
This look? Is not real. But I like it anyway.
I pack up my tinhat and throw open the curtains. It's a bright sunny day, clear of delusions. I can go on with my life, stop wasting all my waking moments thinking of fictional love affairs and get back to the business of writing them.
But then, I find this....
*refolds tin fedora*
There you have it, folks. Can I pour anyone a nice, cold refreshing glass of WTF? Would you like a little sprig of mint to go with? ;D