PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

So, after watching a few more Lassie reruns and finding out that I can have a reasonably sized dog in my apartment, I went to the nearest shelter and adopted one. She's a three year old Sheltie named...well, she doesn't have a name yet. But I'll think of one. It'll give me something else to think about for a while, at least. Here's a picture of her. Any ideas? And anyone wanna go for a walk with us? During the daylight, of course...

Joe..? Seriously, dude. This isn't funny. You can't just dump me off in the middle of LA, is it? In the middle of the night just because you feel like it.

..Where are you? I don't have a spare omnipod or anything.

Okay, I knew fanfiction was bad in general but for some reason I decided to go looking for stuff someone might have written about me. I really don't know if I should laugh at their stupidity or hurl. YOU'RE WRITING ME WITH THE WRONG RED RANGER GUY DAMNIT! But a really good choice of Black Ranger.

Anyway...Sam, Dean, I should be coming home soon. We should celebrate.

Anyone know why I'm here? I'm needed elsewhere, desperately needed. I didn't even set the coordinates for this place. I need to get back.

[For my sake, I hope it's okay to have a fresh start. So I don't have to chase up previous posts.]