the perk of living in a city in which *someone* is never sleeping

It really is a thing of great goodness that I only get the late-night crazies when the roommate is shacking with her boyfriend. Three o'clock run to Wal-Mart, and for what I will never reveal. Suffice it to say that it tops my earlier Eminem/Krycek reading.

Re: Justin Timberlake - Like I Love You

Firstly, all hail Nia the video capture goddess.

Second, a warning: Feelings during the course of this video vascillated wildly and unpredictably between Guh! and Hah! Notice *might* be given to indicate lane changes.

Big, juicy word to whoever thought to just put the boy in front of the camera for the spoken parts. Humminah.

The bowed head/eyebrow lift combination when it's not being used to appear coy? I.melt.

The black jacket. The clothes in general. Good, bad, or indifferent, that boy wears his like nobody could tailor.

"Don't fear me, baby. It's just Justin." ::snicker:: He didn't really though. ::snerk:: But he did, and wow, uhm, can I get a tissue for all that Aquafina splatter on my monitor? ::topples onto bed to ride out the rest of the giggle fit::

The incongruous but inexplicably sexy hand gestures regarding the change in face she'll undergo once he shows her he's real.

Props to the choreographer. Tres appreciative girl seeks loveslave keeper and a lick of your stylish and flexible jazz sneakers.

The baseball cap? Completely unnecessary. The bandana? Hot as all hell.

It really doesn't matter anyway, and people need to make with that already.

See popfantastic Re: "I just want to love you, baby" screeched at that proximity.

"I just love your brain"? And the pointing? Lord have mercy for I need oxygen. Back in a minute, when there's enough of it getting to my brain to facilitate thought process.

The way he says "I used to dream about this when I was a little boy" goes straight to the gut. Right.There. Wow.

The "Drums" imperative? I've watched it... a few times now, and still don't expect it. Possibly his cutest moment in the video though.

Little Boy Dork as he dances with Clipse.

"Now everybody dance." How do you refuse an invitation extended like *that*?

I now merrily join the chorus of Fucking Timberlake.

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Six in the morning. The world outside my window is still mired in darkness.


It's not tomorrow yet.

a personal retrospective

Eleven Things That Have Changed in My Life Since Last September 11th:

I know and trust myself much more, occasionally even listening to the better senses.

I wrote my first pieces of fanfiction.

I reclaimed the one outdoor sport I've ever loved and made it my own.

I was reminded about the immeasurable difference good friends make more times over than I can pay tribute.

I discovered Smallville and never looked back.

I became a United States citizen.

I tasted reality and know well the deepest recesses of the fandom abyss.

I worked up the guts and now have about one-eighth the hair with quintuple the cool.

I have a more clearly defined idea of what I want to do with my life and am taking classes and pursuing opportunities to make that happen.

I discovered love, virtue, soul, and intense amusement in that most forbidden of all genres, Pop Music.

I am happy.


They told me to keep going. To continue to live my life proud to be free in America.
A year well-spent, I'd say. Hope you've made a difference in yours.
The other list of things I've yet to accomplish?
Take it one day at a time and live better.

I guess the new philosophy makes twelve.