Day Twenty-Two
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aruanComputer crisis narrowly averted, eleventh-hour overindulgence party cleaned up, but unfortunately without successfully avoiding the ooze of possibly the cheesiest human I've ever met, I return in the calming arms of white chocolate Reese's to bring you something we can all enjoy.
He's such a pretty lush, all flushed cheeks and easy smile. Yeah, I know the virtues of alcohol, too. It possesses an advantageous muscle loosening effect in addition to decimating the "everybody's watching me!" (which, by the way, studies have proven that unless you are a globally-reknown popstar, they are most emphatically not) inhibition. Lance, however, is, by popular opinion (which is neither confirmed nor meant to encompass everyone), quite the little fishie. The fact that not many of the vices of our modern world (and especially his) agree with the Christian faith quite probably factors into that, but really, I like to think he does it because he likes to and can hold his own even against men three times his size. That Lance doesn't need someone to take care of him while he drinks, even when he's had too much. I hope he does liquor with as much determination and style as he does everything else, that he gets happy and boisterous and loose but not stupid or rude or lazy. I hope he *does* dance on bars, sings karaoke and does whatever pleases him in the bathrooms, that he really has as much fun as appearances would attest and props to him for doing it smart enough to keep it (mostly) out of the tabloids.
It's at least half of what's meant by "doing it responsibly" in their world.
Save Yourself by Tiffany Rawlins
"I was thinking," JC said, "while I watched, when you went up and then down again." Lance nodded under the light touch of JC's fingers on his jaw. "I think it must be like love. You can write a thousand songs and it only sounds right if you were there."
Surest way to break my heart in under two minutes. Every.damn.time. Tiff outdoes herself here, fitting so much beauty into 6K that I'm surprised each time that it's just a story, not a living entity somehow.
He's such a pretty lush, all flushed cheeks and easy smile. Yeah, I know the virtues of alcohol, too. It possesses an advantageous muscle loosening effect in addition to decimating the "everybody's watching me!" (which, by the way, studies have proven that unless you are a globally-reknown popstar, they are most emphatically not) inhibition. Lance, however, is, by popular opinion (which is neither confirmed nor meant to encompass everyone), quite the little fishie. The fact that not many of the vices of our modern world (and especially his) agree with the Christian faith quite probably factors into that, but really, I like to think he does it because he likes to and can hold his own even against men three times his size. That Lance doesn't need someone to take care of him while he drinks, even when he's had too much. I hope he does liquor with as much determination and style as he does everything else, that he gets happy and boisterous and loose but not stupid or rude or lazy. I hope he *does* dance on bars, sings karaoke and does whatever pleases him in the bathrooms, that he really has as much fun as appearances would attest and props to him for doing it smart enough to keep it (mostly) out of the tabloids.
It's at least half of what's meant by "doing it responsibly" in their world.
Save Yourself by Tiffany Rawlins
"I was thinking," JC said, "while I watched, when you went up and then down again." Lance nodded under the light touch of JC's fingers on his jaw. "I think it must be like love. You can write a thousand songs and it only sounds right if you were there."
Surest way to break my heart in under two minutes. Every.damn.time. Tiff outdoes herself here, fitting so much beauty into 6K that I'm surprised each time that it's just a story, not a living entity somehow.
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Date: May 23rd, 2003 10:15 am (UTC)Good God, yes.
My icon is from another pic from that same weekend in London.
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Date: May 23rd, 2003 08:18 pm (UTC)Why yes, I live under the sweet illusion that I'll be able to go through *all* my pictures someday and at least ballpark them to the month and year they were taken. Such a silly optimist.