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Ahahahah, yesss
Ahhh! Debbie bought me a ring! It's so pretty and shiny and me and I am going to show it to you right now because it makes me happy.
Ignore the strange lighting and my slightly-pudgy fingers. Focus on the gorgeousness of that ring! It's a snake! I've wanted a snake ring since I was, like, five, and when Deb and I went down to the mailboxes, there was someone who had a little kit set up by the stairs - WITH A SNAKE RING. I think I probably made a very loud, excited noise when I saw it, omg.
Oh, oh, and my day got even better after that, because when I took the above picture and hooked my camera up to my laptop, I found this:
which made me snort coca-cola. See, there's a story, ok? My friends and I were up at the local chinese restaurant, Lai Lai, and I am notoriously messy when I eat wonton soup. Within the first few sips of broth, not even trying to pick up a wonton, I have usually splashed all over the place. The waitress - who knows us all by name - came over and made fun of me for a minute and then took away the bowl. I looked down at my place mat and immediately yelled out, "OH MY GOD IT'S SUSAN B. ANTHONY!" to the incredulity of everyone around me.
After a second of investigating and turning the place mat this way and that, though, everyone at the table agreed that it did resemble Susan B. Anthony to an astounding degree. Clearly, I win at soup splashing! Next time, I'm aiming for a splotch that looks like George Washington.
ETA: Bwahahaah, I just found this on my harddrive while I was searching for a fic I'd started, and, well, I just have to share it. I think I wrote this originally on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
keepaofthecheez's journal when she posted a particularly stirring picture of Jared. So, here ya go -
An Ode to Jared's Face
In Three Movements
I.
Look at those lips!
So soft and hunky!
Look at those brows!
So manly and...er, chunky!
Look at that nose!
It's not at all lumpy!
O, but these things
Cannot compare
To the wonder
Of that hair!
II.
Where, oh, where
Have my panties gone?
I really thought
I had put them on.
But I must have
Been very mistaken.
Oh my...
Do you smell bacon?
III.
Your lips are as pink
As a Daisy mixed with a rose.
Your eyes are as green
As a frog...
I'm sorry, was I saying something?
Ignore the strange lighting and my slightly-pudgy fingers. Focus on the gorgeousness of that ring! It's a snake! I've wanted a snake ring since I was, like, five, and when Deb and I went down to the mailboxes, there was someone who had a little kit set up by the stairs - WITH A SNAKE RING. I think I probably made a very loud, excited noise when I saw it, omg.
Oh, oh, and my day got even better after that, because when I took the above picture and hooked my camera up to my laptop, I found this:
which made me snort coca-cola. See, there's a story, ok? My friends and I were up at the local chinese restaurant, Lai Lai, and I am notoriously messy when I eat wonton soup. Within the first few sips of broth, not even trying to pick up a wonton, I have usually splashed all over the place. The waitress - who knows us all by name - came over and made fun of me for a minute and then took away the bowl. I looked down at my place mat and immediately yelled out, "OH MY GOD IT'S SUSAN B. ANTHONY!" to the incredulity of everyone around me.
After a second of investigating and turning the place mat this way and that, though, everyone at the table agreed that it did resemble Susan B. Anthony to an astounding degree. Clearly, I win at soup splashing! Next time, I'm aiming for a splotch that looks like George Washington.
ETA: Bwahahaah, I just found this on my harddrive while I was searching for a fic I'd started, and, well, I just have to share it. I think I wrote this originally on
keepaofthecheez's journal when she posted a particularly stirring picture of Jared. So, here ya go - An Ode to Jared's Face
In Three Movements
I.
Look at those lips!
So soft and hunky!
Look at those brows!
So manly and...er, chunky!
Look at that nose!
It's not at all lumpy!
O, but these things
Cannot compare
To the wonder
Of that hair!
II.
Where, oh, where
Have my panties gone?
I really thought
I had put them on.
But I must have
Been very mistaken.
Oh my...
Do you smell bacon?
III.
Your lips are as pink
As a Daisy mixed with a rose.
Your eyes are as green
As a frog...
I'm sorry, was I saying something?
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"Yeah, Sammy," Dean whispers, coming to perch on the edge of the bed, "it's me."
Sam pushes closer to him, one hand venturing out from under the covers to catch Dean's fingers. "Where'd you go?" he asks. The pad of his thumb catches on one of Dean's knuckles, a slow drag-bump that sends a shiver up Dean's spine.
"Just to the donut shop." The covers rustle, Sam's knees drawing close to his chest so he can lever himself up against the headboard. Dean leans in and brushes his mouth over his brother's, careful and slow because that split in the middle of Sam's lower lip still hasn't fully healed. "I got you some of those stupid popems you like."
Sam huffs out a laugh, nose cold and dry against Dean's cheek. "You're the best big brother ever," he says. "Now give me my munchkins."
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...More for joo?