Day Nineteen
May. 19th, 2003 10:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aruan
The everloving life has been tagged out of it, but the important stuff is very visible. Gentlemen but mostly ladies, in case you're just tuning in, the man on the leftmost side of the picture is one James Lance Bass, who not only cannot sit up straight should his life depend on it, but also manages to sprawl all over every available cubic inch of personal bubble space alotted to him. What's interesting about this to me, being the same way (warning! Projection ahead!) is that while furniture, automobiles, inanimate objects and surfaces of all sorts are fair game, I'm fairly guarded about my personal space when it comes to other people. Touching is ill-advised if you're even a little unsure of your place in my world, but there's no lack of physical affection shown to those I do want in it. From what the guys have said about Lance in interviews, that he starts out kinda shy-ish but once you get to know him he's funny and outgoing, it would seem that he shares my general disregard for much of the world and lives by a sort of pragmatic laissez-faire philosophy, the primary concern being personal happiness. Who can argue with that?
It's a Wonderful Lance by bitterchick
What the fuck, Lance thought. Why was his alarm set so early? They were in the studio for the next two months. And the world would come to a screeching halt before JC ever scheduled studio time any earlier than three o'clock in the afternoon.
He could hear music playing downstairs and all too familiar sounds of a baby crying. Though that didn't make any sense, he thought as he sat up in bed. Brianna was two years old now. She didn't make that much of a fuss anymore.
Then he looked around the room.
Oh yes, my friends - surreality in the best way. This story was amazing, and heartbreaking, but interestingly encouraging, because things here really do work out not just the only way they could, but the way that is somehow the best for them to have happened, despite the perceived cost. Err, just read it.
Typed up the wankfest this morning, which ended up being both a lot longer and a lot wankier than I expected. It may well never see the light of day, and frankly at this point, that's just as well. Access Hollywood didn't even mention Wango Tango, while Extra's decent-sized segment managed to be completely devoid of any mention, audio or visual, of JC. Someone's getting nasty e-mails.
