why aren't you reading this?

Oh my.

I might be breathing again, but the margin is very thin.

Scarred by Thamiris

Yes. Shoo. For love of the classics of post-Hourglass fic be gone with ye!

I might want my MTV again

Stumbling out of bed today, I realized I had fallen asleep with the red Sharpie I was writing with last night. Bedspread and pants and patches of skin, but c'est la vie. In any event, somehow the bitterness that the local MTV affiliate would advertise but not actually *air* The Hook Up did not keep me from switching channels.

And lucky me.

Eminem. Every single program for the past three hours has featured him as a major player, from calling into a special commemorative MTV News segment regarding Jam Master Jay to the White Boyz of Hip-Hop documentary to the MTV Movie House special on 8 Mile to the soundtrack special complete with clips, videos, and interviews that followed.

*grumble* I'd probably like Switzerland anyway.

it's a sign

I just came into a windfall of more money than one usually has stowed in their unmentionables drawer.

I screamed. May have teared up a little. Going to search for Diana's phone number because baby, New York has not seen the last of me for the year.

oh, for friends who sing your song just 'cause it's in your head

silentfire is in town until Wednesday. She's lovely, into fandom, have known her since the sixth grade.

She tolerates my incessant and often high-pitched popslash babble because she loves me. Which I can live with. God knows I'm not at a loss as to people to squee along.

She rolled her eyes at the Rent poster. She made pained noises when I shower her my spankin' spiffed copy of Justified. She remained unaffected by my pretty pictures.

We eventually got around to rooting for snacks. I had just stocked up on the *NSYNC fruit snacks so as a joke I told her to catch and tossed one over.

She caught.
She gave me a look.
She inquired as to would they entail gummy likenesses.
I reassured.
She opened.

"Oh, there are hearts."
"Yeah, they have their names on them."
"Cool. Hm, I got Chris. Is that good?"
"Well, we like him with Lance..."
"What's this one, I can't make it out."
"That's... yes, that's Lance."
"Oh."

And then she took the two hearts, mushed them together name-first and ate them in one bite. Then smiled at me.

*sniffle*

Love. Just, love.