Muse-o-rama - May 22nd, 2006

I'm getting somewhere...I can feel it. With only, say, another 3 months of unlimited time and computer access, I feel as though I might be able to figure out how to post a story on my own freakin' journal. I'm terrified that I could post a story here and it would be huge, take up all sorts of (sorry, resorting to pathetic analog...not even analog! Guttenberg! analogies here) column inches. Windyfontaine is now my friend. Go over there...she's got a Big Purple Monster and it didn't even eat...column inches. Sniff. I really am pathetic. I'm just going to go rearrange some furniture. Or change the colour of my journal. It's not working with the pink. I am procrastinating, aren't I? And talking to myself. This is bad. Very, very bad.

"Well, first of all, they're cassettes."

Here we go, an attempt to post a story. Let's see, what do I type in again? Right. If this doesn't work, just blame windyfontaine (HAHAHAHAHA). Here she is:

Title: Snuggle Bitch

Summary: A one-shot response to the ‘Stupidest Monster – Ever’ challenge (over at fanfic.net). Dean’s losing socks and maybe his mind. Is Sam responsible, or something a little more...cute?

Warning: Bad language everywhere. Uh, including the title.

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