Dude!

[trinityofone]

siriaeve just dropped some knowledge on me: THE WINCHESTER GOSPELS ACTUALLY EXIST. Like really for real. It is trufax!

No word yet on whether Dean is full-frontal in them, though.

Today is my day off and I am supposed to be cleaning my apartment, finishing a fic I want to post tomorrow, and deciding whether I would rather work on a sequel to "Quarters" or to "Make the Man." Instead I am still in my pajamas, not doing any of those things.

However, I don't totally suck, because I met Jack Davenport yesterday and talked to him and sold him books and did NOT slip up and tell him I think he has the sexiest voice on the planet, even though he totally does. Go me?

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[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

I think if Misha came in (which, technically COULD HAPPEN—in my head, when he is not acting or tweeting or being The Puppet Master, the dude reads) I would actually die. Or momentarily cease to function. It would be very embarrassing.

Alternately, I would somehow manage to find it within myself to be cool as a cucumber (which is my usual thing) for the space of time in which he was physically in the store. THEN, once he left, I would die, etc.

Of course, I have not spent any time considering this possibility AT ALL.

[serialkarma.livejournal.com]

in my head, when he is not acting or tweeting or being The Puppet Master, the dude reads

I suspect this is not just in your head! (Er, and by that, I mean reality, not, like, in your head and my head and the heads of thousands of fangirls.)

When I worked at bookstores in college and afterwards I think the most exciting person we got was this well-known D.C. newscaster. But he rode a Harley and wore a leather jacket, so he was pretty cool anyway.

Oh, we also got Scientologists once. That almost started a riot.