So, um, my mood has been completely haywire lately; one minute I’d be euphoric, the next I’d be swallowing down homicidal rage. The point is I’m very likely to stab someone in the eye with a serrated blade just because their voice is irritating. I’m kinda antsy.

Also, Supernatural has pretty much ate every, single, part of my brain that is dedicated to fandom. I am reading Meta (so many smart people that I’ve not seen in ONE fandom for years now; I remember the days of HL fandom) Gen, Het, RPS and Winncest, as long as it is Supernatural I’ll read it. This fandom has broken some of my major squick factors. I’d feel guilty except I’m so loving it that it is kind of hard to feel even a smidgen of shame let along guilt.

( Supernatural meta... kinds of )

Um, I have this thing that I do every time I go to the shopping centre; I catalogue all the items I can use from the shops, um, if the world was suddenly over-run by zombies and I needed to fight to survive. I kid you not, I do this every-single-time, and I’m telling you there’s tons of weapons out there in the day-to-day living. I pretty much know where the hardware and spots section is at my local shopping centre (and several other major shopping areas), do you?

I need ice-cream.