i'm a pixel here, myself

I woke up this morning (on both of my pillows, for those who might ask) to the sounds of my neighbors moving out -- including the extremely LOUD sound of the dolly with the heavy shit being drawn down the stairs (THUMP THUMP THUMP, etc.) right outside my room. When I was conscious enough to hear background noise, I discovered that it was *pouring*. It has since stopped, and the neighbors are gone. How about that -- they picked the absolute *worst* time of today to move out.

The roommate is listening to triumphalist soundtracks (alternating with Dave Matthews) and eating some eggy concoction that features matzah heavily. I eyed it warily before taking as my breakfast one of the dyed hard-boiled eggs and a couple slices of bread. And a Coke, because while I don't get caffeine cravings that often, when they hit, THEY HIT.

How much of the Texanness (and Oklahomanness, in Chris's case) is real and how much of it is individual kink-pushing fanon? Because Jared grew up in the city limits of San Antonio, Jensen grew up in the massive suburban sprawl of Dallas, and while Chris moved around a lot he grew up in Norman, which isn't exactly tiny by Oklahoma standards. I don't object to it; I'm just curious, given how strongly and immediately that characterization has sprung up. I mean, is it likely that they call one another "son" all the time, drink nothing but cheap beer and tequila, and drive beat-up pickups? I suspect probably not, but I didn't actually grow up in Texas.

In other news, Danny has me downloading the first two seasons of Buffy to add to my eternally growing list of Things To Watch. I held out so long, people!