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My brain, it is the broken. I was going through the apocalyptothon entries, and you know what two of the things I said I wouldn't write were at the end of December? Slash and incest. Heh. Well, I fucked that up over the course of five months, didn't I? *giggles*

I got out of work early today, so my co-workers and I went to Denny's. I'm so tired, I'm still surprised I didn't faceplant into my hash browns.

I spent half of the night having these weird cracked-out last-day-of-the-shift ideas and later on I shall execute them to the fullest extent of their crackitude. Because, dude. DUDE. Wait'll you see what I waste time with my brain cells on.

EDIT: 60_minute_fics, because ... well, hell, I can pound out a thousand-word story in sixty minutes. I do it all the time, from four o'clock until I leave for work a little after five.

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Okay, so, yeah. That cracked idea I had last night.

I have a horrible sweet tooth that kicks in every once in a while and I end up buying a whole bunch of sugary crap that's very, very bad for me. I currently have a bag of Bottlecaps, Gobstoppers, caramel Nips, and Swedish fish. YAY. :)

Anyway, sometimes I'll pick up gummie bears, and I can't remember which article it was or if it's just fanon, but I could have sworn Jensen said something about liking gummie bears. So now, every time I eat gummie bears, I think of Jensen. And when I think of Jensen, I think of Jared, and when I think of Jared and Jensen, I think of porn. It's a vicious circle, that.

That's why I bring this to you. Fear my brain.

( The World of Supernatural RPS, as performed by gummie bears )

I may have a problem with my brain being broken. Heh.