abandon all hope
I swear to God, this fucking show makes me feel like I'm trapped in some sort of passive-agressive abusive relationship.
For five whole weeks, Supernatural gives me nothing, insults my intelligence, bores me to tears, ridiculous me in public and shits all over my feelings and then, then, just when I'm finally ready to change the locks on the worthless bastard, he turns up in my living room with candy and flowers and champagne and "I'm sorry, baby, it'll never happen again" and "Please take me back, baby" and stands there looking all fucking sexy and what do I do, stupid twat that I am?
I LET THE MOTHERFUCKER BACK IN.
And the sonofabitch gives me one good roll and says "See ya in two months, toots," and leaves me here with an ashtray full of cigarette butts and dirty sheets and just enough of a taste of what to expect when he gets back that oh, he just fucking knows I'll be sitting right here waiting for him.
PRICK.
Is it January yet? I miss you already, baby! I love you! Call me!
