I know, sounds like the title to a great Sam-Dean story right?  Sadly, it is not.  But feel free to write me one, preferably some h/c, as I'm supposed to be vacationing in the great 'burgh of Pitt but alas, illness hath struck ( Read more... )

So there's a million people more eloquent than me on normal days, and factor in root canal and Vicodin and I'm not even fit to be minor league's water girl.  But I'm figuring that anyone reading this can take a real good fucking guess at my opinion on this Polanski bullshit.  Save the whales, save the planet.  Save the beloved rapist just doesn't ( Read more... )

...that I started my period the day after my molar broke in half.  After all, the Vicodin hook-up from the dentist will kill cramps at the same time it keeps the tooth from making me cry ( Read more... )

Or, something like that. I make good soup. Period. There is no getting around it, and I won't even pretend to be modest on this subject. But this? This might be the best soup I have made in my entire LIFE.

Which is good, because soup might be the only thing I can eat for a few days until this tooth situation is fixed. Anyway, without further ( Read more... )

( SPN spec only! I am totally unspoiled and want to stay that way, thanks! :) )

...as this is my virgin posting at DW. (We'll see how well that cross-posting thingy works, won't we, precious?)

Been busy, and been doing busy-work things. Nothing super-exciting. Bullet points may be best.

• Have had house-guests (with 20 minute notice OMG) for a few days.  They just left not long ago.  My dear friend B and his family had to bring ( Read more... )

...and I can't stop grinning. Seriously, man. Like, my mouth corners are sore. *L* She kicked ass and had an absolute blast doing it. I love girls with big voices. (Apparently so does Andrew Lloyd Webber. He was fun!)

Um, what else? Keeping with the TV theme, I'll be working Thursday night when SPN FINALLY returns. Arrrrrgggggghhhhhhh.  ( Read more... )