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I went out for a drive to burn off steam, but I still want to hit someone. Anybody want to be pummeled with my tiny, tiny fists? (Alternatively, if anybody wants to give me Ackles or Padalecki to play with, I wouldn't mind venting my energies that way, either.)

I ended up at Wal-mart. Seriously, if there's anything that'll make you feel better about your own life, it's going to Wal-mart in the middle of the night. GYAH, scary people. But now I have kielbasa and grapes and all kinds of my weird comfort foods, so now I'm a teensy bit better.

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Kielbasa and grapes.

That IS weird comfort food.

Course, my big ones are soft boiled eggs squished on toast, and, homemade potato chowder (and no, my husband won't make either of these things, so if I want comforting, it has to be autocomfort).

...that sounds dirty.

Anyway.

Have a baby giraffe. He's been cheering me up a great deal.

Well, not together, obviously, but still. :)

...your husband won't make you eggs? The fuck?

Autocomfort is my new favorite word, thank you. ;)

You could pummel me, or alternately, we could fight for Jared and Jensen, but since there two of them we'd both win no matter what!

I'm hating on the universe tonight, I don't know why. Maybe I'll go watch some more Jensen and Jared interviews. If that don't kill funk, what will?

Yeah, I'm up late working on a five page essay on Cervantes's Exemplary Stories, which includes a story about rape=love.

Wanna come over and bring some Smirnoff so we can bitch about life?

I'm sure once I get a couple of my favorite drinks in me I'll be able to right this essay, no problemo.

Dude, I love that plan. I'll bring the booze and my bitter resentment of idiots without any knowledge of basic netiquette whatsoever.

Excellent. Mmm, Smirnoff.

I'll be waiting here, stewing in my loathing for my history professor for assigning us a retarded prompt on a book we haven't discussed and then telling us we can refer to the lectures when we haven't even gotten to the period of time the book is set in yet. ARRRGH.

And are these idiots without knowledge of netiquette the asshats who reposted your fic on Santino's site?

Yup, same idiots. And since whoever did it did so anonymously, it's probably going to look like I did it. Which ... yeah, hello, I've been on the Internet for ten years and I am NOT that fucking stupid. Jesus. (So far, the biggest bright side I could come up with was that at least it was neither Andrae's nor Daniel's websites. Which isn't much better, but still.)

Smirnoff ... *happy sighs* Man, I really wish I'd thought to actually buy some today while I still had the chance. Because I'm not one to solve my problems with alcohol, but I am definitely one to lightly marinate them. :)

I seriously hate people sometimes. I don't watch Project Runway, so I don't know how Daniel or Andrae would respond, but at least it's not Santino RPS, since I hear he's a prickly bitch.

How dumb do you have to be to give someone RPS about them?!

Heh, Smirnoff is about the only kind of alcoholic beverage that I really enjoy. But then again, where do I get my alcohol again? Ohhh, right, my college boyfriend and his roommates, nerds extrordinaire. (I love them.) Failed margaritas that just made blue tequila? Check. Mountain Dew and vodka? Check. Guinness? Check. Bacardi 151? Well, I didn't touch it, because I heard the phrase "IT TASTES LIKE BURNING!" coming from someone who just drank it. Box wine? Mmm, I love the taste of bile. So Smirnoff is definitely the most appealing choice, even though I get flak for my girly drink. ;)

Well, Daniel and Andrae aren't bad at all, and they've already gotten questions regarding whether or not anything went on in that apartment. (It's those two, Nick, and Santino, and there's chemistry EVERYWHERE with those guys.) Honestly, I don't think either one would be anything more than morbidly amused. I think Santino would be the only one I'd be worried about, but for as prickly as he can, he does have a decent sense of humor, and the worst I put about him in the story was that he was hard to live with (which I don't doubt he knows) and that if there was a mass designer orgy, he'd get kicked out (which considering the fic coming up now he'd probably be grateful for). And seriously, if I could see Santino doing anything about it, it's either rolling his eyes at it or bringing it to the reunion show and being like, "Dudes, you wouldn't believe what turned up on my website the other day ..." Frankly, I'd rather take the eye-rolling.

And ... really, really idiotic, even if you weren't the one to write it about them. Sheesh.

Oh, I always get flak for my girly drink, not to mention my three-or-four-if-I'm-lucky drink limit. I don't like the taste of beer, I'm very iffy on most mixed drinks, and champagne and wine taste gross to me. The only drinks I can really stand are margaritas, daiquiris, Mike's Hard Lemonade and Iced Tea, and Smirnoff. MMM.

Where is his website? I'm guessing it's designed so and small enough that it would be plausible that he would see all the comments he gets.

Maybe I'm overthinking crazy publicists and legal issues, but would he really bring it on the reunion show? I'm not sure how the rights work if it's talking about a real person and if it can be considered free property, since it was anonymous and on a free forum. It might be nixed by producers or stage managers from being brought in, but again, I don't watch the show and I don't know the tone. I'm guessing, though, that it might be a little too weird to expose a national audience to RPS, and they might back off on it because of that.

I cannot wait to be 21 so I can have other people mix drinks for me instead of depending on the mixing skills of tipsy college boys. The last big party spawned a drink called the Lumberjack Euphoria, which is half vodka, half maple syrup.

And my boyfriend has the alcohol tolerance like unto a GOD. Twelve beers, 3 shots of vodka and he didn't puke or have a hangover. (Although he did have to pee really, really bad.) It's really kind of sickening and morbidly fascinating.

Well, I'm not so much afraid of it being read on air or anything -- I think that would happen the day after never -- but I am a little worried it'll make it into their hands nonetheless. The reunion show takes place at a bar and if it's anything like last year, they drink and socialize for a while before the interviews. My mental image is that everything is over and they're all hanging out, Santino whips it out and five minutes later Daniel and Andrae are all like, "We're doing what?!" and then everybody thinks it's the funniest and/or stupidest thing ever, and Diana (the geek) says, "Oh, yeah, I've read stuff like that with the LOTR actors," and everybody looks at her like she lobsters crawling out of her ears. (That entire scenario is in no small part fueled by

jedilora pointing out that Santino bringing the fic could be ficfodder in and of itself, and ... well, my mind went there. :))

It goes to show my lack of knowledge of mixed drinks when my immediate reaction to reading about the Lumberjack Euphoria was, "Mmm, that sounds yummy!" rather than, "I'll bet that could peel the chrome off a Buick."

Oh, my little brother is the same way. The one night when I was staying at home, I had four of my mother's Smirnoffs and was pretty drunk for me (meaning twice as giddy and talkative as usual), and my brother came home and said, "How many did you drink?" When I told him, he said, "Jesus, I had ten beers the other night and I was fine!"

Well, at least with the off-camera bar scenario, you'll never have to see them reading it.

and Diana (the geek) says, "Oh, yeah, I've read stuff like that with the LOTR actors," and everybody looks at her like she lobsters crawling out of her ears.

Hahaha!

And the concept of the Lumberjack Euphoria sounds all right until you think of the texture. And then, if you're me, you realize that the person who made it up also made up something called a Cheeto shot. It's a shot of vodka but with...wait for it...a single, sodden Cheeto in it. (This same guy is the stereotypical drunk catalyst. Every party he goes to, everyone gets twice as drunk as they would if he weren't there, simply because he repeats the phrase "You're not drunk enough," until you believe it.)

I am scary people! Yay!

When I'm home, I totally go to Wal-Mart at odd hours of the day. Usually when this happens I come home with bettas or Nutella. Not for mixing, mind, just... for comfort.

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