"you look at me it's like you hit me with lightning"


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MINI HIATUS


It's finals weeks. I've got a lot to do before the trimester ends. So no entries and no commenting. I'll be back Thursday.

Na Na Hey Hey Kiss Him Goodbye
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Today was horrible. I woke up late, I'm pretty sure I'm coming down with something, and my English teacher is currently out to get me. But just because I had a sucky day doesn't mean you should have one too. So here, have some fic.

Title: Na Na Hey Hey Kiss Him Goodbye 

Author: heyymorgan
Pairing: Jared/Jensen 

Rating: PG-13 for swearing and mentions of boylove. 

Word Count: 1,016 

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Jared and Jensen own themselves.
Note: This is the first J2 fic that I've ever posted and my first attempt at Crack!fic. Based on the cracktastic_j2 prompt Jared spills things on himself just to use his Tide To-Go pen, everything kind of exploded from there.

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"I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story.

From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Atilla and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out.

I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet."


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