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because sometimes, I'm a little slow
Dec. 22nd, 2002 08:37 pmMy mum brought out all the mail she'd been stockpiling for me over breakfast today.
On top was a board game. In a very pink box with very excitable boys on the front and a lot more of the younger, female variety on the back.
*NSYNC Backstage Pass, it read.
I squealed. I stared. I wavered between bemused and perversely fascinated. I turned over and examined thoroughly. I blinked. I took off the address label in hopes that there was maybe a note on the back. Nothing.
Now, I know I just went on my week-long eBay binge, but nowhere in that happy haze does this item emerge as something I even vaguely recall bidding on.
I scratched my head. I asked myself if I knew anyone named Kim, or had any contacts in Tennessee. I came up empty and chose to investigate it further after I wrote some more.
The day went on. The box sat at the foot of the sofa, quietly permeating my every curious braincell. Driven to distraction? I might be, and quite easily.
And then, in a blinding, forehead-smacking flash of epiphany, realization dawned.
And I squealed some more, misted up a little, and rummaged to find my phone.
*mwah* Love you to bits, darling. Thank you for this and more things than I can fit in a thousand entries, which may be fairly accurate by the time this fandom is done with my glitter-loving self.
On top was a board game. In a very pink box with very excitable boys on the front and a lot more of the younger, female variety on the back.
*NSYNC Backstage Pass, it read.
I squealed. I stared. I wavered between bemused and perversely fascinated. I turned over and examined thoroughly. I blinked. I took off the address label in hopes that there was maybe a note on the back. Nothing.
Now, I know I just went on my week-long eBay binge, but nowhere in that happy haze does this item emerge as something I even vaguely recall bidding on.
I scratched my head. I asked myself if I knew anyone named Kim, or had any contacts in Tennessee. I came up empty and chose to investigate it further after I wrote some more.
The day went on. The box sat at the foot of the sofa, quietly permeating my every curious braincell. Driven to distraction? I might be, and quite easily.
And then, in a blinding, forehead-smacking flash of epiphany, realization dawned.
And I squealed some more, misted up a little, and rummaged to find my phone.
*mwah* Love you to bits, darling. Thank you for this and more things than I can fit in a thousand entries, which may be fairly accurate by the time this fandom is done with my glitter-loving self.
