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I went through my user icons and cleared out the ones I don't use or don't like anymore. I went from ninety-two icons to fifty-six. Well, I guess I'll just have to make more icons. :) (Yeah, like I needed an excuse with a shiny new fandom with hot guys in it.)

On today's agenda ... first and foremost is cleaning the apartment. I don't want to have any moment this weekend of wanting to do something and thinking, "But the dishes need to be done!" Also, I'm definitely getting the short, fluffy Supernatural fic (well, as fluffy as SPN can be) out of the way today, if not the AU one as well. What do you do for four days at work when you can't bring your Alpha Smart or headphones and the sound of other people talking distracts you? You sit in a relatively quiet corner on the factory floor (you know, the place farthest from the roaring machines) on breaks and lunch like an antisocial twit and you scribble story notes in a notebook until you get carpal tunnel. *sigh* The same goes for the notes for my yuletide story, which I'm pretty sure I'll be motivated to type up just as soon as the upload page shows up.

My Pandora just played "If You Want Blood" by AC/DC. I really wish the government would make gay marriage legal already so that society can collapse and the world can end and kittens and puppies can rain from the sky like they're supposed to when that law passes, because then I should be able to get away with marrying my Pandora. You know, right after I divorce my toaster.

EDIT: I'm pretty sure I've discovered the secret of being a morning person. It involves staying up from the night before and only eating Runts. *bounces around the apartment like a spazz*

Also, you know one thing I miss about Virginia? Being able to go to a mini-mart and buy booze. *grumbles*

OTHER EDIT: Oh, and if one more co-worker tells me that I shouldn't mention that I'm writing a book at work because if I so much as mention anything remotely related to the factory (like, say, music or Pennsylvania or a job) they'll sue me and keep any money I make from selling the book, I'm going to smack them. Shut UP, you dingbats.

Oh, and thanks to the very nice co-worker who insisted on asking me for ten straight minutes if I read the Bible everyday and why I should, I've ground my teeth down to the gums. Um, lady, you're nice and all, but when you ask me what I think of Jesus and there's a long awkward pause before I say, "Well, he seems like a very nice historical figure and philosopher," this might be your signal to drop it. I need a sign that I can hold up at times like this that says, "My family tried for the first thirteen years of my life to get me to be a church-going Christian. What the hell makes you think your sales pitch will be any better?" (You'd think you'd try to avoid something like that with someone whose main reaction to the machine going down was to exclaim, "Oh, BALLS!" and who made a habit of walking around singing a made-up song which only featured the word "Fuck" as a lyric.)

OTHER, OTHER EDIT: Egads! The grated coconut is attacking us from the heavens!

Oh, wait, that's just snow. Never mind.

OTHER, OTHER, OTHER EDIT: Spoilers for this week's Veronica Mars in the comments, just as a warning.

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I just bought a case of Smirnoff Ice. Considering the rate at which I drink, that should last me about eleventy bajillion years. (Oh, and I remembered a good side to buying alcohol in Pennsylvania ... my great-uncle works at the beer distributor and gives me a discount. :))

In other news, my landlord is disconcertingly hard to find. Hmm.

Dean's my favorite, but most of my bunnies are All About Sam. Go figure.

Okay, this is the first Supernatural fic. Well, ficlet. It's really just the first Tiny!Dean and Tiny!Sam thing that came to mind, because Tiny!Sam had to be such an adorable five-year-old, even in the midst of all of the evil-fighting craziness. :)

( Gremlins )

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You know what I love? I love hearing people talk about why they love their particular fandoms. You know, the kind of infatuation you can only talk about with people online, because you have to be exceptionally lucky to find someone equally as obsessed in real life. Hell, look at me -- of all of my favorite fandoms, I only have my crazy Desperate Housewives-obsessed dad to fall back on in real life. I always try to imagine how my mom feels, in that she's more obsessed with CSI than some CSI fans I've seen online (if she could write fic, she'd probably be doing it nonstop for that show), but she doesn't have anybody to be obsessed with in real life.

So tell me about the current fandoms you're enraptured with and why. Tell me why they make you so happy and goofy just thinking about them.

( My current loves )

Okay, your turn. Share the love, guys. :)

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Tonight's "Pandora reads my mind when I read the Internet and that's just not right" moment -- I was reading That Old Slippery Slope by scribblinlenore (genderswapping-Dean Wincest, btw -- if you don't have a problem with Wincest, it's incredibly hot), and "Who Makes You Feel" by Dido came on.

deviousli did a meme the other day about songs that fandom has ruined for you, and ... yup. I'm pretty sure hearing that song from now on is going to bring on that mental image whether I like it or not. I like it! I like it! Wheeee! Bring it on!

Okay, time to work on the AU. *grabs a Smirnoff Ice, heads off to write*