In a fit of “no, I will not spend my own money on something for the fucking wedding, dammit,” I have blown my Paypal credit on doll hair and the completion of my *Nsync Together teddy bear collection (Joey! Finally mine! EEEEEEEEE!!!!!!). I just. I don’t even want to go, nevermind spend the money on jewelry to wear to it. Jewelry I’m having mixed feelings about, to boot.

Mleh. Somebody needs to outbid me, dammit.

“Drive” needs to not be on on Mondays, so that I can actually watch it. I love you, Nathan, and I want to see you drive cars and beat people up and hopefully at some point have sex with Amy Acker, but Joey’s on for a limited time and looking good and doing really well and I NEED TO SEE HIM WIN, OKAY? SO GET YOUR ASS TO A DIFFERENT NIGHT, DAMMIT. Or 10pm. I could totally work with 10 pm.