unreckless: (SPN - Dubious Sam is dubious)
I found an unopened can of Campbell's chicken noodle soup on the bathroom floor, so I just ate it for lunch. I choose not to think about the hows and whys of how the can got to be on the bathroom floor, and the soup brought back so many childhood memories. I kind of wish it was chicken and stars, though. That was always my favorite. I never added water to my condensed soup as a kid, either. I would pour off some of the salty condensed broth, though.

Anyway, so yeah. I just realized that I should never, ever do drabble memes. EVER. I was taking a nap, and I had this HIMYM dream (Barney and Lily talking, it was BFF-tastic and awesome, and the fact I dream about friends and not, like, porn is probably kind of telling about the state of my life right now), so when I woke up I started to write [livejournal.com profile] caruso's prompt, a J2 HIMYM.

I NOW HAVE 1300 WORDS, and Robin!Jensen and Barney!Jared haven't even had a conversation yet. DAMN IT, ALEX.

(and you'll never, ever guess who Ted and Marshall are. HA!)

Add that on top of the 700 words I already had for [livejournal.com profile] winterweathered's non-AU J2 prompt, I am FAILING at the "drabble" part of this meme, clearly. And I haven't even thought about everybody else's prompts because those two just are the first two.
unreckless: (SPN - Sam & Adam)
[livejournal.com profile] spn_gossip, I wish I knew how to quit you.

It's been so long since I've been really, properly drunk that I'm having a hard time writing a drunk scene. And I've never been angry, devastated, and stupid while drunk, so it's even harder.


Oh, and a rec. I'm sure everyone and their mom has rec'd this on your flist but FOR GOOD REASON, OKAY?

A man with his insides out and outsides off by [livejournal.com profile] britomart_is. Sam/Dean. NC-17.
They say there are only two stories in the world: man goes on a journey, and stranger comes to town.

It's hard to get your brain around it at first, and I think need to read it again before I feel I've absorbed it enough to comment and all, but it's just fantastic.
Music:: Elvis Costello - I Want You
unreckless: (BBT - P&S Tick-tock)
So last night, when I posted that fic? I didn't even read it before I posted it. I just posted it and ran out the door to go to a club. International Dance Night, dude. I danced with a gay black man, a Mexican dude old enough to be my dad, and the most adorable Indian kid ever, not to mention this pathetically drunk grad student who was actually pretty cute (if he would've stopped breathing his stinky drunk breath on me and trying to talk about hyenas and how hard it is to be a male talking to females or something).

So... this is midterm week. I have two unfinished big fics due this week, but I have to admit that my two exams and a project are more important. So... I'm probably going to fail both BigBang and j2_everafter. SAD FACE.

The Indians just won, so I guess that's a plus. Trevor Crowe played!
unreckless: (BBT - P&S Tick-tock)
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, [livejournal.com profile] static_pixie!

Welcome new friends [livejournal.com profile] matty_parkman, [livejournal.com profile] ineffort, and [livejournal.com profile] morbidmuse!

And a J2 rec:

Edit by [livejournal.com profile] bittersplendor
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!


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