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So as I type on the keyboard, it now inevitably harkens to me of drumline cadence. Heh. My brain has so been served and consumed at the altar of those boys.
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xalxuffasch to see Drumline with me tonight. Err, this morning, I suppose, as it was the 12:35 a.m. show. Anyhow, hence the keyboard thing. Yeah, it was very, very good, quite nearly up there with 8 Mile and certainly above caliber at others. We were genuinely laughing a lot, we snarked a bit, we were applauding in the middle - good times. I might owe him for staying with me in the unnecessarily cold theater for the music credits afterward. But he's always such wonderful, tolerant company as far as me and movies, I'm sure I can just make another batch of cookies somewhere in there and call it even.
Oh! Caught Joey on Caroline Rhea today! Oh my god! Oh.My.Gaaawd. Schmoop, just melty and there's probably call for carpet cleaner in the living room because wow, that boy's the other one who just endears himself to me more every single time I see him make an appearance. I even appreciate his very healthy appreciation for women, whereas it puts me off with most guys as they're leery and vulgar, he's just honestly happy that there are attractive women in the world and feels he should let everyone know that this is a thing of great goodness. And the way he talks about Lance, he gets all quiet and sincere and earnest and I just want to have him as *my* friend because he's a big, loving goober! Joweeee! And those hips! And with the funny and the cleverness and Joweeeeee!
Speaking of things related, JC was local last night! Hit and run family Christmas at the Chasez residence I suppose, but yeah, Miami Beach! Yeesh, someone needs to warn a sister so she can put on a stylin' welcome.
I'll stop talking like this soon. Promise, I know how unbecoming it is. You don't, because you have no idea just *how* white I am. Shameful doesn't quite begin to describe it.
And Justin starring as the heartbroken but devastatingly sexy manchild on the cover of Rolling Stone! The crown prince of pop will make sinners of us all yet.
*off to respond to the response to the post I'd actually love to see responses to, then new Sandy fic, then bed, in that order and possibly not concluding until my mother comes out here to see if I'd made it home at all last night*
Finally dragged
xalxuffasch to see Drumline with me tonight. Err, this morning, I suppose, as it was the 12:35 a.m. show. Anyhow, hence the keyboard thing. Yeah, it was very, very good, quite nearly up there with 8 Mile and certainly above caliber at others. We were genuinely laughing a lot, we snarked a bit, we were applauding in the middle - good times. I might owe him for staying with me in the unnecessarily cold theater for the music credits afterward. But he's always such wonderful, tolerant company as far as me and movies, I'm sure I can just make another batch of cookies somewhere in there and call it even. Oh! Caught Joey on Caroline Rhea today! Oh my god! Oh.My.Gaaawd. Schmoop, just melty and there's probably call for carpet cleaner in the living room because wow, that boy's the other one who just endears himself to me more every single time I see him make an appearance. I even appreciate his very healthy appreciation for women, whereas it puts me off with most guys as they're leery and vulgar, he's just honestly happy that there are attractive women in the world and feels he should let everyone know that this is a thing of great goodness. And the way he talks about Lance, he gets all quiet and sincere and earnest and I just want to have him as *my* friend because he's a big, loving goober! Joweeee! And those hips! And with the funny and the cleverness and Joweeeeee!
Speaking of things related, JC was local last night! Hit and run family Christmas at the Chasez residence I suppose, but yeah, Miami Beach! Yeesh, someone needs to warn a sister so she can put on a stylin' welcome.
I'll stop talking like this soon. Promise, I know how unbecoming it is. You don't, because you have no idea just *how* white I am. Shameful doesn't quite begin to describe it.
And Justin starring as the heartbroken but devastatingly sexy manchild on the cover of Rolling Stone! The crown prince of pop will make sinners of us all yet.
*off to respond to the response to the post I'd actually love to see responses to, then new Sandy fic, then bed, in that order and possibly not concluding until my mother comes out here to see if I'd made it home at all last night*
