There's a new me I shared headspace with, and she will not shut up and it's annoying the life out of me. She keeps talking about banging Lana's son. Which... the kid is kind of hot, but that's not the point. He's Lana's son. *makes the crazy lady head/desk*
Woman, where the hell do you come up with this shit?
Asking this lady for advice? Probably not a great idea. She's not exactly much help.
God, I want to kick myself right now. Which probably isn't good, considering my current condition. I shouldn't be this depressed, should I? I mean... I'm pregnant. It's not like someone died. I should be happy. Instead, all I feel is... guilt.
Could someone please tell Veritas, who is so strangely wearing my face, and Miss weird sci-fi/horror/"My boyfriend was a cult leader" girl to get the fuck out of my headspace? They're annoying the shit out of me.
Oh, and someone? Needs to stay the fuck away from my husband. Doesn't she have her own Clark and a freaking Oliver and a damn Sam Winchester to play with? Bitch needs to keep her damn paws off MY HUSBAND.
Today is the crazy girl's birthday. She's so old. Like stillsuper!Clark. I'm laughing so hard at her. And she thinks she's losing her mind, so that adds to the oldness.
Someone tell this damn weird!me with the multiple alien fetish to GET OUT OF MY HEADSPACE. She wants the little skinny one, and some really really insanely old version of Clark. It's annoying as hell.
[Filtered to not_a_bda] You made me lose it so many times last night, my entire pelvic region is numb. Numb. I'm not even kidding. But it was worth it. Gawd, you are AMAZING in bed.