Fine, I'll tell you where the microfilm is, but you'll never find out the location of the treasure!

So, let's see.

First I was almost late for work because I was trying to cheer myself up by finishing a fic and didn't even get to finish editing it before I had to run out the door.

Then work SUCKED. Everything that could go wrong did, and yet again, they somehow talked me into taking more overtime.

Then I came home fully prepared to take out my garbage -- why I make jambalaya when it makes my garbage smell TERRIBLE after only a few hours, I'll never know -- only to trip off my front stoop and stumble so far I slammed my left shoulder into the road. And now it hurts.

That's it. I surrender.

*holds hands high*

Fic: Real Men Don't Make Cheesecake (Supernatural)

There, now I have no excuse and nothing distracting me from getting that synopsis done. *buckles down*

Title: Real Men Don't Make Cheesecake
Author: Troll Princess
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: R
Word Count: 3,773 words
Spoilers: Season one (Pre-series)
Warnings: Bad language, sexual situations and references
Disclaimer: If I owned the Winchester boys, they'd be cleaning my apartment right now so I don't have to.
Summary: Dean takes home economics, and chaos ensues. And no, it's not his fault.
Author's note: For spn_flashback, prompt #124. Dean getting stuck in home economics because it's the only thing that will fit in his schedule, and then figuring out it's a great way to meet girls.

( Real Men Don't Make Cheesecake )

Three words -- Buffalo chicken pierogies.

JESUS CHRISTMAS. I want to sell my soul to whoever made these first. *dies*

Carnival food in Pennsylvania is so freaking GOOOOOD.

In other news, you know that prompt list I made at work last week, and how I said I wrote down even the crackiest crackfic ideas that came into my head? Well, writing Dean in home ec definitely did not help me with that throwing away the "Dean and/or Sam make it onto Project Runway as a designer" prompt as too cracktastic. Oops.

NO. Synopsis first, then everything else on the planet.

Well, except work. Bah.

P.S. I need to go clothes shopping soooooo bad. I'm running out of nice clothes that I haven't gotten pen marks on.