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Dear Vampire Diaries,

Will you allow me to have your hybrid ghost babies?

Check one:

__YES

__HELL YES

I also need to go to sleep; I've passed sleepy and landed firmly in wacky punch drunk land.

But really, think about it, dearest VD.

Muchos besos,

Me

p.s. Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce sois?

Oh, how I missed you. I really really did.

Against all logic, I adore the ever-loving crap out of you. You have a lot of problems. Loads. Too numerous to really list, you see. You're such a hot mess of story lines (fairies! vampire hierarchy! in-bred were-people! grrl power! witches! domestic disharmony! andy's a junkie! LITERAL HORSEPLAY!...and you know I'm leaving things out. TOO MANY POTS COOKING, ALAN BALL), laughable situations, terrible accents, even worse acting, and possibly the least intimidating vampire fangs EVER (see: "laughable situations"). Also there's the little matter of what you've done to Lafayette's hair.

And yet I am SO HAPPY you're back. Glee filled my heart with every new cracktastic minute. Pretty much I was keening with delight by the time it was all over. I can't wait for next week's installment of the utterly REDONK happenings in Bon Temps. Welcome back, my horrible guilty pleasure, welcome back.