I THINK Crystal’s read that.

Mori: Rude. i guess we're breaking up then

Laken: You're the one who said she'd give her left leg to have sex with John Barrowman

i’ll have pictures sooooooon~

I'm no good at being anonymous guys and let's face it, I like to post my face. So just reblog this post and tell people Laken is dumb and this is her blog. I love you guys. My birthday is next week on Wednesday. Be kind and rewind and all that lovely junk.

I had a plan earlier to do a whole big post about some of the happiest moments in my life. 

But tumblr was being an asshole and decided to be down for three hours straight. 

So I had to wait. 

And now, after I spent a shit tonne of time trying to gain a writing muse back up to write said moments, I still have no muse. And so here I am, once again left alone to my thoughts to bubble inside after spending a fun time on tiny chat with some friends. And if you know me, you know alone time for me never spells anything good. I did make progress on my blog though. I was able to put the video I wanted in the 'All About Me' page with almost zero hassle. I'm rather proud of that because I usually suck at doing things with html on my own while Key is sleeping. I'm like one of those infomercial people who can't do any one single thing without ruining it.

And I got two people to read my porn out loud. It was great. Kudos to David and Laken for that one.

Extra shout out to Woody for reading Dipper Goes to Taco Bell out loud. <3 Love you bro. ;D

Sam sighs as he watches his brother watch her. They’ve been living across the street from the Miltons for years, and for years, he’s watched Dean and Anna dance around each other. He’s heard all manner of excuses from both of them, and watches them both pine while the other dates someone else, and he’s finally sick of it.

"Why don’t you just get it over with and ask her to the dance before someone else does?"

"It’s not that simple, Sammy."

"Yeah, Dean. It is that simple. Just watch."

"Wait, what?"

"Hey Anna!"

"Sam!" Dean hisses, glaring at him. "What are you doing?"

"What you don’t have the balls to," Sam whispered back.

Anna jogged over and smiled. “Hey, Sam.” She quickly glanced at Dean, trying to be subtle. Once she looked away, Dean did the same. It was pathetic. “What’s up?”

"I was just wondering if you had a date to the dance yet."

She chuckled. “Why? Do you know someone who’s interested?”

"As a matter of fact, I do," Sam grinned, ignoring the death glare being aimed at the side of his head.

"Great! I’ll pick you up at seven." She kissed Sam quickly on the cheek before taking off back across the street.

Sam gaped a little, turning to Dean. “I, uh…”

"What the hell was that?!"