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Note to self -- I'm not sure how good it is at repelling guys (probably not at all), but being a gorgeous, tall, stick-thin brunette who spends two entire bowling games dancing like a stripper and using the gay guy as a makeshift pole does a hell of a job at repelling most chicks standing nearby, that's for damn sure.

Also, attempting to see how high up in the air you can throw the bowling ball when it's your turn? Not exactly the least distracting thing in the world to the person in the next lane who's honestly trying to bowl.

I have no idea how I won two games in a row. I think I may have accidentally brought someone else's arm to bowl with.

So then all of us who were embarrassed as hell to be anywhere near those guys skipped out to go to this abandoned sanitarium near here that's haunted. I've been dying to go, but ... well, you know that really bad feeling you get sometimes? That big creepy internal warning alarm? That was the first time it went off in my brain in a loooong time, so I took the hint and begged off. Dude, if my brain's telling me tonight's a bad night for me to go to the haunted house, I don't go to the haunted house, you know what I mean?

Pirates today, assuming I don't fall asleep in my computer chair again. *sigh*

EDIT: Words cannot begin to describe how giddy the commercials for Project Runway that say, "New episodes this Wednesday!" make me. YAY! \o/

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So I missed out on America's Got Talent on Wednesday but I just caught the repeat on Bravo.

This week's amazing-little-girl-singer -- Taylor Ware, an 11-year-old yodeler. She learned how to do that from a tape and an instruction book. HOLY CRAP. (The audio and video on that particular copy of the clip don't quite sync up, but the point still comes off well enough. :))

If nothing else, this week's episode proved Chicago (and any city within driving distance of Chicago) is full of crazy people.

The Calcium Kid is on Comedy Central. *snickers*

Fic: Good Times For a Change (Supernatural)

Title: Good Times For a Change
Author: Troll Princess
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,800 words
Spoilers: "Devil's Trap"
Pairing: None (Gen)
Warnings: Bad language
Disclaimer: Look, Kripke, a block of cheese carved to look like William Shatner's head! *grabs onto Winchester family and runs off with them to make them amuse me*
Summary: What Dean remembers most isn't the offer. It's never the offer.

( Good Times For A Change )

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So I'm back from going to see Pirates.

( On second thought, everybody is going to need a hell of a lot of mouthwash in this movie, aren't they? )

I was driving home from work and started wondering if there was a local reference guide for people who want to write fanfic for The Office. 'Cause dude, if anybody could write something like that, I could totally do it.

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Okay, Psych was kind of awesome. And when I say "kind of," I mean VERY. "What's your dental plan?" "Don't get cavities." "And your medical plan?" "The same, but with hepatitis and shingles." *dies*

Today's I-have-a-one-track-mind moment was picturing Shawn Spencer running into Sam during the Stanford years and realizing exactly what Sam's hiding behind his "normal" facade. Dear brain, stop crossing SPN over with everything in your head, or there shall be smiting. *headsmack*

Tonight for dinner I had snow crab legs. And tomorrow I'm going to have the other half of the steak I bought the other day. And then on Sunday I'm having the last of my kielbasa. Jesus Christmas, I am SUCH a carnivore.

And now I'm off to write more Superman Returns fic. And maybe I'll get that XMM bunny out of my head. And then I'll pound out the last chapter of the last book of the Books of Boggs, just for the hell of it.

Meanwhile, my apartment is still a mess. Please don't judge me. *hangs head*