zinnith | In which Zin attempts to think...

Um. So. I'm beginning to feel almost human again. I spent most of the day cleaning so I'm beat, but in the good 'Hey, I got something done today' way and not the bad 'Whiiiine, I'm so tired I can't be arsed to do it' way.

I am also writing porn. Porn makes me happy. Strawberries also makes me happy and I have two boxes, which I will munch on tonight while watching SPN. The strawberries, not the boxes. Because munching on boxes would be dry and not so yummy.

It's been a while since I went back to season 1, but this week I dug up my DVD:s again and I think I'm falling in love with my boys all over again! There's emo-puppy Sam with his hoodies and his ugly season 1 hair and his adorable little brother-ness, and there's cocky non-angsty Dean who's still alive, and they're playing pranks on each other and despite everything, they're relatively care-free. *wants to huggle boys* The only bad thing is the lack of Bobby and Ellen.

Oh, and Missouri! I miss Missouri! She needs to come back to the show. It is also my firm belief that Sam needs to glue beerbottles to Deans hand more often, and Dean should try to get Sam laid more, and they should just drive around in the Impala and listen to awesome music and never never stop. *is still in denial over season final*

As for the whole big 'OMG Dean is such a misogynist and everyone who likes him are stupid!' -wank, I let my feminist side and my Dean-loving side discuss it for a while, and then I read the wise words of