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So yesterday, after catching breakfast with D. and [personal profile] leupagus, she stuffed me into a rented Dodge Ram and we listened to a lot of dubious music as she drove with oftentimes questionable judgement through Manhattan as we moved her stuff (a) into storage (b) sort of into her new apartment (c) watched her get hit on by some homeless man who introduced himself as Francoise (no, seriously), when he watched us trying to parallel park on the East Side and decided to spontaneously spot us (no, seriously), and then lavish [personal profile] leupagus's dainty hand with a kiss (no, seriously) while I held my breath so I DID NOT BURST INTO HYSTERICAL LAUGHTER.

Which was horrible for her or whatever but a nice break from the ordinary wretch that has been my life since mid-April. (No, guys, I'm not joking, I don't have furniture anymore, I just have holders on which I have flung shit. Also, I lost a pair of jeans. I DON'T KNOW EITHER, OKAY?)

So I have basically been doing nothing but trying to keep my head above water at work and noodling around on my writing, which uh, has produced some dubious things happening?

Supernatural curtainfic, wherein I indulge my need for improbable domesticity and think it's funny to make Castiel shovel snow, and also, contains a spoiler I heard about the last seal on the series, so you should probably skip it if you're like, ravenously allergic. (But I totally make a prostitution joke. Ha ha!) )

I found this on my desktop a few mornings ago, and I don't even know what it means, only that tormenting Jack with Ianto and normalcy is kind of hilarious. )

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