See, I can yell at the TV when it's not Warioworld trying to suck my soul out.
annaface's SR-71 Vid, My World, [Bad username: erinface"] with Coldplay's The Scientist and a rush of sisabetness that's like freaking *crack*. Oh, here, sit down and *have a really good screaming fit at the TV* why don't you? It's *Easter*.
Jesus, like I *need* to go through an anti-Justin phase. I *remember* my anti-Clark phase. It wasn't pretty. And I dedicated thousands and thousands of words to my--er. Not-happy-with-Clarkness. And I really can't think of how to get Justin into a lab to be experimented on by heartless scientists to relieve my feelings, either. The really depressing part is, I'm being *so freaking unfair*. And I don't even care.
Every damn time I run across a scene with Brian touching that trick's hair (what is that, the standard 'make me cry like a baby' bit? Every damn *time*.), I keep thinking, *right now* Justin better be like, falling over a crack in the sidewalk and breaking his hand or eating some really, really bad Chinese food or, I don't know, wearing socks that don't match.
God, I need something to do. Preferably something that *isn't* obsessing over the premiere. That, by the way, is taking *way too long* to start, 'kay? I'm going to have no fingernails left at this rate.
Also, I have eaten my weight in chocolate now. This should make me *mellow* dammit.