I saw something yesterday that made my inner Winchester squirm.

I saw, for real, one gorgeous '67 Impala.

Now, before you mock, it's rare to see some in such a good state. Keep in mind that I live in France, so... I was more than a little shocked.

It wasn't black, but just as shinny as Dean's. It was dark gray. I looked it up, it HAD to be a perso paintjob because that color doesn't even exist in regual carpaint shades. Beautiful.

And there's a guy that looked barely twenty stepping out of it and I'm like, all stupid and fangirly. "Nice wheels, man."

And that *%$£sonofa¤@!! says "What? That thing? That's an old crap that belongs to my parents. Can't wait to have my Aygo back."

*headdesk* He probably didn't get why I walked away.

Seriously. The guys owns a small Toyota, nothing wrong with that in itself, but it cannot compare to a collection car. *whacks him*

... *steals keys*

Coping mechanism. I'm wearing my favorite leather to work today.

Okay, so... hose of you who'll read this probably only bothered because they know me. And if you do, you know I'm not much for partying.
Cause I'm a geek.
And also because of my health.
I can't believe I lasted all night.
I'm still shaky, though. Adrenaline and exhaustion, probably. I alwys seem to be riding low on sugar these days and be hungry all the time (and I EAT ALL THE F***ING TIME, DAMMIT!)...

But yeah... goth nights are really something I wante dto go back to when I came back to Paris. Why, pray tell?
1) These people are fun and the most tolerant you can find among what they call 'urban tribes'.
2) The music's good. I love industrial electro when I need to blow off steam.
3) I kind of enjoy walking down underground instead of in a club full of nosey snob people.
4) It makes hooking up really easy.

Okay, fine I have a boyfriend.

I also have eyes. :)

You'll like it if
1) You have an open mind, and are easy to amuse. Some of these people come up with the greatest costumes. (From the guy with a corset that lights up, to the post appocalyptic combo (oxygen mask and white contacts)... whee!!)
2) You're a moderate perv. Like me. Meaning: if you find yourself grinning like an idiot everytime you see same sex making out.

And... damn! Why do I always have to be taken when I go there?!

Of course, David was with me. I'm kind of surprised, actually, that I managed to drag him there. I knew he'd love it but he's usually prejudiced.

Anyway... It's pretty easy to hook up down there. In a good way. You walk down in another world. If you don't want to, you'll never be hit on, but if you look interested, you've got everyone for you. And there were these two girls, DAMN! Even Thirteen looked just about good looking compared to them.
*weeps*
I know, I shouldn't be like that, I have a boyfriend.
*huffs*
I hate myself.
Meh...


PS: These pictures aren't of us, but for those who know me on FB, I might get tagged any day now.

Apparently I've taken up talking in my sleep again.

Which is cool.

'Cept apparently I creeped my boyfriend out so much he couldn't sleep.

From what he just told me, I'm guessing in was in SPN mode. We just watched the end of S4 and I kept purring all night. (Although, I feel bad for Sam. He was wrong, okay, but he really was trying to do the right thing. Dean's never going to let him hear the end of it. When Sam was ready to give himself up. Like Dean did, except to save teh world, not only his brother (although he would have too). One act is selfish and the other altruistic.... just saying.. I hope Dean isn't too hard on him.)

Anyway... apprently I talked about how Sam was getting possessed every five minutes, which... wtf?

The thing is, maybe it was sleep, but my voice was raspy and very low according to David (I've got to stop almost slipping and call him Dean. Seriously, he needs to change intitials), like scary low. Which I know is possible since I've played some parts were I used a very low, very authoritary voice that isn't the one I speak with usually.

But the best part is... wait for it... when (remember we watched the end of S4 last night) my voice dropped even lower and I purred out something like "finally... I'm finally back."

Wow... channeling my inner Lucifer, here. *giggles*

I like. I mean, it's weird, but it's awesome. Fun.

Is it wrong that spooking my boyfriend amuses me?

Or tease him and telling him he's bisexual even though he doesn't know it? (Come on, I tell the guy I dreamt I was making out with Jensen (WOOT!!! btw. He is one gifted man...) and he goes "Hm, that would be nice." and when I smirk he goes. "For you! Dammit.") It's going to come bite me in the ass the day he dumps me so he can try guys.
Meh... maybe I could tape that.
*whacks head* Okay, I gotta stop thinking when I start channeling Mike.

So, this is a German video. You don't really need to speak German to get it. Basically... 10 drugs you shouldn't take while driving.

Enjoy.

I recieved my Dollhouse S1 DVDs today!!! Yay. Almost 20 days earlier than expected! And OH MY GOD!!!

Awesome!

I watched all the featurettes and documentaries before I watched the unaired pilot and Epitaph One (does One mean there will be one at each end of season or something? And... is that AU, or actual future? huh... I like how this is going a tiiiiiiny bit Heroes here.)

*spoilers for Epitapth One* And hm... as weird as it sounds... I never felt closer to Topher than I do now. I know i'm gonna end up like this and.. well. I don't have the pride of thinking I think like Joss, so, I'm guessing I think like Topher. the way I knew every thing he was about to say right before he did like the whole 'Why didn't I think of that?' and I was like, oh but buddy, you did.

I'm aslo assuming that now, I mean, in S2, we'll probably see Doc Saunders, or Whiskey without scars? Or maybe the removing is reserved for later, as a sign of the looming appocalypse.

Boyd/Claire. Who, didn't, see, that, one, coming? Even Topher did. Wait. Is that why I saw it coming? Again? (be thankful I'm not as briliant, I don't think I have the potential to destroy the world. yet. the greatest trick of evil is to ùake us believe it doesn't exist (or isn't briliant enough) MOUAHAHAHA (sorry, sleep deprived)
*end spoilers for Epitapth One*

*spoilers for Echo (unaired pilot)*
I didn't really like the Topher/Claire dynamic, I think it's been rewritten. It has probably been decided, after that, that Claire was actually a doll and that it would be best if Topher liked her instead of calling her a ghost. Although, i did appreciate the 'busted' moment.
*end spoilers for Echo (unaired pilot)*


So, I'm here, knowing that i'm going to end up a whack job... Hell, I'm well on my way, but it's kind of fun... And I only have left to rewatch E1 with the comentaries.

Sooo!! That was a bit of a ramble, but hey... I am what I am. Who i am. (How do you make Who a plural? 'I am who we are?' 'I am who they are me'? or 'we are me'?) 
Damn, I spend way too much time thinking about multiple imprints.

C ya!

Cy

 *fans self* *tries to stop crying in laughter* So!!! For any fans of Heroes out there, or just for guy fans. Or for people that automatically think gay porn when they see Sylar and Peter, or Sylar and Mohider for example. or any other guys, really... anyway, for those and everyone else, i wanted to share this.
And i believe it doesn't take a mind as twisted as mine to make the parallel.

 A thought occured to me.
I hate disturbing thoughts occuring to me at random moments... like while writting a fic with NO relation at all with the subject.
I've just taken a Gaviscon. This is some ugly med you have to swallow when your stomach aches. It's efficient but it's really aweful.
The taste is made not to be disgusting but COME ON!!! It's stronger than toothpaste. And you don't swallow half a tube of toothpaste. Ever.
Yack.
So, I was just... idk, maybe it's the color, the aspect... I don't know what brought this one I've taken it for month... But... i just thought... If I can swallow that... I could swallow even the worse-.... you follow my idea.

Random.
Yack.
Again.
WTH???

 Yeah so.... I saw Justin Harley's body, in Smallville and they say it's yoga that made it. Or at least they pretend.
Okay. *raises brow suspiciously* As far as I know, the yoga I've experienced cannot do this to you.

But I have many friends that tell me they love it. Male friends, especially.
And I don't get it. it's not even manly. I mean, it's stretching and holding a position.

But as usual with guys, it's all about sex.
It's not even about improving performence...
No.
I've just been demonstrated today that a precise series of stretching expercises allows a guy to... well, blow himself, sort of.

There. I understand it.
It's sad, but now, it makes sense to me.