What I wore on my date tonight.
Ummm, a cardigan? What is the point?
Anyway, here was another typical Jackles evening, in no particular order: Out on a date, Tweeting to make sure the ex she's still hung up on knows she was out on a date, then deleting the Tweet; saying how awesome the date was, with vague suggestion of sexytimes because again she was hoping Eater Guy might be paying attention, the customary "So happy!", complaining some more about her insomnia ... you know, just another fun night in Crazytown.
Firstly: the last Twitter contact between her and the Eater Guy was her expressing her loathing of him after he publicly, and beautifully, humiliated her. She also cursed him out on TMI Weekly for daring to have a girlfriend after they broke up, seemingly still unable to realize that the universal kiss-off line -- "I don't really want a girlfriend right now" -- doesn't mean he doesn't want a girlfriend right now, it means he doesn't want YOU as a girlfriend EVER. But, of course, she is RIGHT OVER all her exes. She never obsesses over them. They don't have emotional control over her, people! They don't! Neither do any of the 10 men in her life, including the ones who have moved on and have other girlfriends! SHE HAS NEVER BEEN HAPPIER!
Also, is anyone else sick of hearing about the insomnia and her holding up her refusal to take a sleeping aid -- just like she NEVER drinks, but was drunk on sangria last night -- as worthy of some sort of Purple Heart for bravery and virtue?
Hey, bonehead -- talk to a doctor. Get a prescription sleeping aid. Take it as prescribed whenever you can't sleep in order to get your sleep patterns straightened out. Then stop taking it. Then shut the fuck up about it. You know -- the way normal people deal with chronic insomnia.
UPDATE: Just because it's too funny not to: