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Supernatural... Mmm... brains. My Brains.
Jun. 28th, 2006 12:25 amYou know you've been watching too much Supernatural when:
1) You decide you go to the Best Gym Ever (despite the older equipment, leaky cieling, and lack of agressive A/C) because they play Don't Fear the Reaper while you work out.
2) You decide it's totally worth waking up at five in the morning for spin class because they play Pale Moon Rising while you ride (incidentally, your heart rate hits 180 during this song)
3) You drive past this:
every morning and tell your car (or whomever is listening) "No he's not."
4) You find yourself engaged in serial comment!porn over![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tvm's journal here that originally started as an effort to prove you were absolutely not interested in Wincest. At all. (Oops.)
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On the plus side, this is all very pleasant distraction from the financial aid offer (or total lack thereof) I got today. I'm borrowing more money for each year of vet school than I will make my first year out. This is a terrifying prospect and one I can't totally wrap my head around. Oh well. Best not to worry and think about some very pretty gun-toting boys instead...
1) You decide you go to the Best Gym Ever (despite the older equipment, leaky cieling, and lack of agressive A/C) because they play Don't Fear the Reaper while you work out.
2) You decide it's totally worth waking up at five in the morning for spin class because they play Pale Moon Rising while you ride (incidentally, your heart rate hits 180 during this song)
3) You drive past this:
every morning and tell your car (or whomever is listening) "No he's not."
4) You find yourself engaged in serial comment!porn over
tvm's journal here that originally started as an effort to prove you were absolutely not interested in Wincest. At all. (Oops.)--
On the plus side, this is all very pleasant distraction from the financial aid offer (or total lack thereof) I got today. I'm borrowing more money for each year of vet school than I will make my first year out. This is a terrifying prospect and one I can't totally wrap my head around. Oh well. Best not to worry and think about some very pretty gun-toting boys instead...
