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In the chinchilla's cage, there's two platforms, one of which has a hole in it to set the food dish in so it won't get tipped over. Lately, Emmett's been pulling it out of the hole while I sleep and knocking it to the floor of the cage (which, yeah, thanks, dumbass), which of course leaves the hole empty.

I just saw him jump about a foot and a half through the air from the floor of the cage right through the hole in the platform. HEE! That was kind of funny, actually.

I'm currently working on three fics at once. I think I'm misusing my ability to multitask. This would be so much easier if crappy music weren't coming up on my Zen. I get most of my title ideas from my music, and I usually work better when I've got a title as inspiration, but all I'm getting when I hit random is a bunch of dance music. Uh, no, I'm writing Supernatural fic, which is eternally a great big pile of angst, but keep trying, Zen. You'll figure it out eventually. *eye roll*

If I manage to finish all three fics today, I'm going to be thoroughly embarrassed in my ability not to have a life even though I have a Friday off. Bah.

EDIT: For the record, I'm not allowed to use any more lines from ".45" by Shinedown as fic titles, even though it's such a Winchester family song.

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My mother, who looks a lot like Diane Keaton and if I'm doing the math right is forty-eight, is going to a murder mystery party tomorrow night as a twenty-year-old and wants me to go with her to the Salvation Army to buy a miniskirt.

Let's all stew on that for a minute, shall we?

Fic: The Dance Is Where It's At (Supernatural)

Title: The Dance Is Where It's At
Author: Troll Princess
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Spoilers for: "Shadows"
Warnings: Wincest, het sex, underage sex
Disclaimer: Dear trollprincess's gym teacher, please excuse her from class, as she has borrowed these characters without permission and with no intention of making money off this.
Summary: Dean knows Sam's first time with a girl because he paid for it and Sam's first blowjob because he was in the room for it and Sam's first handjob because it was Dean's fingers at work.
Author's note: That particular summary was taken from a line in Subtle Innuendo Follows and really, that just demands fic.

( The Dance Is Where It's At )

Woohoo! I'm now the biggest perv in my family! What do I win?

My pervy cousin has never seen gay porn. Wow. Finally, I'm one up on her on something. :)

Just got back from shopping at the Salvation Army with my mom. She ended up picking up a couple of miniskirts, but somehow I ended up walking out of there with twenty bucks worth of clothes -- four shirts and three skirts. Now I just need it to warm up so I can wear the damn things. *covets* (I also need to do a little repairwork on the white peasant skirt I found, but all it needs is some sewing on the trim, so that's good.)

Then we went and had seafood, because it's Friday during Lent and I'm apparently the only one in Pennsylvania who doesn't give a damn if she has a steak on Friday. I had mussels with Irish whiskey sauce. Mmmmmm. Now I'm full of seafood. :)

Those Enzyte commercials are the scariest fucking things on the planet. GYAH. Yes, Bob, you do have a bigger dick, but you've also got New and Improved Joker Smile, and your erection's going to have to be taller than I am for that to get cancelled out. And if you did have an erection taller than I am, you'd be better off selling tickets, although less for seeing it and more for riding the water slide.