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Dear Watch With Kristin:

Usually I vaguely read your stuff and yawn, because hey, it's either retreds of SV stuff I've seen at K-Site, or it's something that's pure speculation from a flunky way down the line who is talking out his butt, or it's big news on a show I don't watch (*g*).

But if the flunky way down the line who knows nothing actually nailed the "possibility of moving Supernatural and Smallville to the same night" one, I'd be VERY happy. (Adds the words "next season" for clarity, cause I totally missed the clarification. LOL)

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Casey Mears' Cribs Video

None of the inside footage is shown, but you do get Casey leaning over the jacuzzi with his butt in the air and the car.

Click on the Photos to see the dog.

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Hair - dyed and pretty

Apartment - almost completely clean

Groceries - to be gotten tonight

Dog's Crate - still in the trunk of my car (oops!)

Pillows - Four to be made (oops!)

Christmas Shopping - almost completely done, or at least knowing what to get (except Poppaw Max)

Healthy Eating - going very well (the amount of broccoli consumed is massive), except for caffeine intake

Writing - *crickets chirp*

Dating - let's just say, after this one I'm probably kaput

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Work is looking to be boring this afternoon. I have to order a gift basket for a client, do some filing, call Salvation Army, work on production schedule...and that's about it. All very easy and short tasks.

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Opened the NASCAR Slash Generator for an idea of something to write. While I'm actually tempted to write Hermie Sadler/Jamie McMurray, I have no knowledge of how Hermie sounds to make it work. (And yet, when I click for the next option, what do I get? Knowing full well that I want to write it? Kevin/Jimmie. This must be the key. tourofduty, open it with every intent of writing. Apparently it's pyschic.)

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Okay, cause every once in a while I type something that makes me sit back and marvel, because it makes sense and I totally didn't see it until I started typing it.

From a comment I made in latxcvi's journal.

( Lexmas )

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What the hell? I can't write for days, and in five minutes I write this.

Title: What's Love Got To Do
Fandom: NASCAR
Pairing: Jimmie/Kevin
Word Count: 143

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“You don’t love me anymore.”

Kevin seriously considered bolting for the nearest exit. Okay, so the nearest exit meant over the side of a boat, and he wasn’t Jesus, so walking on water wasn’t an option. But drowning…drowning was preferable, right?

“What?”

Jimmie sighed and turned pitiful eyes to him.

“You don’t love me anymore. We don’t talk like we used to. You don’t hold me after we make love. It’s like we’re not even in the same room when we’re together.”

Kevin leaned over and looked Jimmie in the eye.

“Jimmie, drink a beer, grow a pair, stop watching Dr. Phil, and promise you’ll never bring up this line of reasoning again. Or I’ll kick your ass. And tell Jeff you’re finally ready for a commitment.”

Jimmie sat back in his chair, blinked twice and then responded. “So how bout them Dodgers?”