Two things

For you people in the car to Nashville with me: I stopped at the Gertrude Hawk Chocolate store and bought cinnamon apple dreams, strawberry poppers, and rum truffles. Choooooooocolate. Mmmmmmm.

For the rest of you (okay, and you road trip buds, too ... ;)): spnremixfics! YAY! cathybites, you rock.

If you'll excuse me, I have to go make out with the person who remixed my fic.

Dudes, chill.

Most people who like Wincest don't automatically think of Wincest before everything else while watching the show.

And we're not going to make anyone start reading our stories if they don't want to.

I'm just sayin'.

Just killing time until Peanut Butter Brother Time.

I may have made a mistake.

See, my mom has this cat. Well, she has seven, but one of them, Otis ... he's kind of the victim. He's got fucked-up teeth which are probably going to have to get pulled and he's in pain all the time, so all of the others take advantage of the situation and beat the crap out of him. He's so afraid of them all he hides and doesn't even come out from the bedrooms to use the litter. He's not mean, just terrified.

So today ...

Mom: "I wish you could have cats in your apartment. I would pay for the food and litter if you'd just keep him at your place."
Me: "Hey, you talk Leonard (my landlord) into it and I'll take him."

My mom can be really persuasive when she wants. I have a feeling I'm going to get a phone call in the next few days saying, "When can you take the cat?"

Not that I don't want him. I'd totally take him in if I were able, although what I really hope for is that taking him in and away from all those other boys would loosen him up some and make him more social. He's not exactly a lap cat right now. (That's not Otis in the icon, by the way. That's Tucker. He's so social he's practically a debutante.)

In other news, I have to hem an entire skirt by hand before the con. *sigh* I need to ask Santa for a sewing machine.

In other, other news, I updated iblewupyourcar.

EDIT: I feel like I should add that Otis looks like he has Jack disease. You know, like Robin Williams in Jack, where he's a three-year-old cat with prematurely gray fur and awful teeth. It's hysterical. Even the vet was like, "He's only three? Seriously?!" Heh.

I'm talking to the chinchilla, that's who.

The three things I've said out loud so far:

( Spoilery comments )

EVIL.

monkiedude threw out a plotbunny, and it attached itself to my brain. *sigh*

I was going to do a longer story, but fuck it.

( Only read this ficlet if you've already seen tonight's episode. No, it's not a pairing you're thinking of. It's het, though. )