Hi. My name's Erin and I'm a pink haired, mixed up teenager with too many books and not enough of a social life. Welcome to my blog :)
dean: hey sammy i gotta talk to you about something
dean: so...so it's like this all right
dean: you know how i love pie the best
sam: *sigh* yes i know how you love pie the best
dean: yeah, i always did. since i can remember.
dean: and if anybody ever even asked me to eat cake--
sam: you'd throw a bitch fit
dean: i'd politely decline, shut up sammy i'm talking
dean: anyway, all my life it was pie and not cake, not ever.
dean: but imagine that one day this cake came into my life
dean: this really amazing cake
dean: like it looks like the most delicious thing to sit on a plate
dean: plucked from god's own dessert tray if you will
dean: and i'm like, damn, i need to eat this cake right now
dean: and it's not like i don't still love pie, right, like pie is still awesome
dean: but this cake looks so good that i might never eat pie again
dean: i could see myself making sweet love to this cake for the rest of my life
sam: dean wat
sam: what are you even saying
dean: i might be a little bit gay for cas
So my four year old niece is here, right? Well, she likes playing “Sherlock” by grabbing a magnifying glass and going around the house “solving mysteries” while investigating things and such. Well she just got up close to my brother’s face with the magnifying glass and well
Brother: What are you trying to solve, Sherlock?
Niece: I see your mouth!
Brother: That’s not a mystery.
Niece: No! I’m trying to find out why it’s so loud! It doesn’t shut up!
If I was a famous author I would publish a book with ten different endings which all went to print with varying degrees of rarity, but not tell the fans about it so that I could watch their confusion as they disagree over how the story ended. Then when they figured it out I would ‘come clean’, telling them that I had released eleven alternate endings and watch them panic again as they all try to find the last ending.
This is perfect.