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trollprincess said something in an LJ post about how the demon was trying to toy with Dean, to get him to shoot Sam- and then Sam wouldn't die, and Dean would know that he'd shot Sam when he didn't have to, and the only thing keeping Sam alive would be the demon. At the time I thought "huh, interesting." Then sometime later in the day I thought about it again, and it was suddenly Attack of the Plotbunnies! So I've got to beat them down into something spare and simple that I can actually write.

WAH.

William Beckett remains too damned pretty for words. If I keep loving guys prettier than I am I will remain hopelessly single forever.

ETA: I finished Jane Eyre and it was good. Also, glazed walnuts NOM NOM NOM so good.

Got a new shirt! It's a black silky fabric with bands of bright, vaguely oriental silk around the neckline and just below the bust. It is also cut approximately down to my belly-button, or so I was informed, and reveals the Cleavage I Never Knew I Had.

"I don't see why society's views of appropriateness and morality should limit what I wear on my body," I said, rather haughtily, leaning over to pet the cat.

"Fine. Nice blue bra, by the way," my mother replied dryly, and I snapped up straight so fast I got whiplash. So, now that is a shirt I will wear with a tank top underneath. Sigh. Maybe I'll wear it by itself in Chicago and shock random people whom I'll never see again.

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I like tall guys. This is perfectly understandable. I'm about 5' 9" when I stand flat-footed, which is rarely; usually I stand balanced on the balls of my feet at about 5' 10". Meeting a guy I can look straight in the eye isn't terribly common, and people more than two inches taller than me are very rare. I like tall guys; actually looking up at someone is rare and thrilling; it sparks a sort of lizard-brain reaction that says protection, safety, strength. So when I get all swoony over guys who are six-three, six-four, it's part because they're hot and part because I love people who can make me feel small and delicate and part because some hormonal-driven underbrain tells me to.

I always used to think that someday, the male contingent would catch up. DID NOT HAPPEN. And the ones who are tall are inevitably unattractive or gawky or unpleasant.


ETA: Don't listen to me, really, I'm horribly emo sometimes. I have wonderful friends both online and in real life, but sometimes I just feel so lonely.