unreckless | Fiona Apple's cover of "I Want You" is superior to Elvis Costello's original.

Apparently it's taken until my junior year, but the liberal, environmentalist academia thing is really eating my brain. Going to a lecture tonight about carcinogens and the plastics/chemical industry (the Ohio River Valley is a huge chemical plant center). Not eating meat anymore if I don't know where it came from-- so luckily we have a farmer's market here that has local vendors who can certify that yes, they humanely raised that creature and butchered it themselves.

I think it comes from learning my rheumatoid arthritis is probably caused by the fact American society is too sterile and clean and obsessed with antibacterial stuff, leading to my bored and underworked immune system attacking my own joints, and that my menarche at nine years old is possibly the result of synthetic estrogens leaching from plastic baby bottles because my mother couldn't breastfeed... I need to do more research, but I think I'm going to do my 10-page research term paper for my History of Public Health Disasters class on the former topic.

And of course it's an icky, rainy day, so every joint in my body aches like hell. The knuckles in my hands are all swollen and stiff. God damnit, I'm twenty years old! This is ridiculous!

Onto happier stuff:

Happy birthday,

static_pixie!

Welcome new friends

matty_parkman,

ineffort, and

morbidmuse!

And a J2 rec:

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And each time, with each touch that means more than it did before— before this, Jensen thinks, now there is this to lose.

I'm writing a scene in Deadsville/my Big Bang right now that's a lot like the argument/miscommunication the boys have in this, but it ends much happier here! :) This fic is a lovely little slice, but that line that doubles as the summary goes right to my gut and the places under my eyes that get hot when I want to cry. Go read it!

Fiona Apple's cover of "I Want You" is superior to Elvis Costello's original.

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