I had a nightmare last night about Clark having to wear a green jacket (fashion ew!) secretly laced with Kryptonite, but he didn't realise he was wearing it. Chloe took advantage of this opportunity to snog him and I was ragey and wrote 'FUCK YOU SMALLVILLE' in my journal.

Hee! Maybe you don't want to hear this, but that is somehow soooooo cuuuuuute.

I wish I had dreams like that. FUCK YOU, SMALLVILLE, AND YOUR OPPRESSIVE CHLARK-INDUCING MENSWEAR! Sounds cathartic.

M has dreams he's Lee on the Pegasus fighting six basestars all alone. I have dreams that I'm pals with Lee and matchmaking him with Sam, and they're both very cute in their cabin by the beach together.

I probably should have written in my LJ about that one!