whitereflection: (winchesters going home leaving home)
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Artery by [livejournal.com profile] paxlux, Sam/Dean, R, 11,075
♥♥♥♥♥ I just. \o/ Freaking awesome fic inspired by a freaking gorgeous bit of Siken poetry. Reflections of the poem are woven into the story so well, and she writes the boys *SO* right--and with such brilliantly snarky banter and roughhousing between them. And I love how the snark is perfectly *them*, like tradition, the way they've always been--then becomes like a mask to hide the thing developing between them, and then shows the blend the old and the new of their relationship. This made me grin and snicker and laugh and want to draw hearts on things. And leave an overly long comment. (Again. ^^; ps Carhenge! \o/)


In other news, nearly set the oven on fire again. I dunno. I guess using two cookie sheets on the same rack screwed up air circulation so the thermostat wasn't reading right, and it just kept blasting hotter and hotter--nearly charred the parchment paper and the food thereon. Only realized something was wrong because of the smoke alarm, though it wasn't smokey at all (the heat, I guess?). Who knows. I suck. (Though I at least succeeded at break-apart cookies and nearly from scratch carbonara pasta). In other other news, I seriously freaking suck at a computer game. It is pathetic how badly so. Just makes it feel worse, not feeling truly comfortable, knowing that those certain few are judging me. I just..why do I make such *stupid* mistakes, and give them ammunition?

Also, love this song, so so much. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_wAS8JUP39I http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/3530822107858671084/
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Hey, self. When you drink a bunch of rasberry apple cider, which is, you know, incredibly *red* and then go and brush your teeth, try to remember about the whole incredibly *red* bit. And not, you know, have a nice moment of panic that something in your mouth is bleeding. Dimwit.

Speaking of bleeding, hooray for fingernails. If not for those, I probably would have lopped the tip of my thumb off. I should be trusted with knives just about as much as I should be trusted with ovens. (Or toasters, per yesterday's incident that set off the smoke alarm after charring a split roll so bad the toaster had a cloud over it. I just... Yeah. /sigh)

Had gotten ingredients to do all the things from this http://theeconolodgediaries.blogspot.com/2010/06/another-arabian-night.html blog post last Friday pre-cold, so made myself start putting things together today. Really don't have the energy for it, but the stuff will go bad if I don't, and a good bunch of the vegetables and the meat were from that little farmer's market place (http://www.tomatotomato.org/) so that'd be a huge waste. All that's left is the potatoes, at least, and broiling the lamb patty things.

Edit: Ugh, must learn to not hit return while fussing with tags. Oh hey, it posted, what \o/

Anyway, heroic Putricide 10 down to 7% last night. So close. And totally unrelated, mmmmmm, Sam Jared Jared Sam, mmmmmmyeah. Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaah. ♥ Gives me a little sparkle. :)

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