[I]'ve got it good, as bad as it gets.

If anyone here in SoFla knows any cheap record stores, not for mainstream music but maybe a promotional CD dumping ground for radio stations, that sort of thing, do drop me a line. I miss the days when I could afford to buy a CD on the virtue of liking one song and would love some new music.

*snicker* How uproariously funny do I find it that Justin Timberlake, Britney Spears, and JC Chasez have been backup dancers for Christina Aguilera? I [heart] MMC more with every single snippet.

Speaking of, JC's modesty is incredibly darling. That boy's going to be huge and do great things and still be humble about each and every recording he puts out.

In an unrelated sidenote, my mother found him impressively handsome when I showed her the headshot this morning. For the record, she most emphatically does not even humor (though she does roll her eyes very politely) most of my entertainment!boycrushes, and the total of fandom men who exist in her world are George Clooney, so. *bg*

The unofficial making of Gone footage is completely adorable. Watching them being filmed sitting in an patch of fake grass, lip-syncing and cracking each other up between takes makes the whole thing a whole thing a lot less maudlin. And a whole lot more ridiculous.

Shopping today. What kind of girl am I that this doesn't even remotely thrill me? Some as-yet undetermined film tonight where it'll be all about raiding the concession stand for Matrix cups and a ROTK bucket, because I am not above admitting my status as a merchandising whore.

Today I awoke, and upon stretching, realized it was the anniversary of a semi-annual event.

I could spend money without being stupid or self-loathing, she cried!

So I did.

I can't even remember the last time I bought more than one shirt or one pair of pants in a store. I haven't broken three digits on a clothing receipt in... years, maybe.

Did it twice today.

The CDs and DVDs... weren't entirely necessary, per se. I've since decided, on a bellyful of popcorn and a swig of Sprite from my spankin' new Reloaded cup, that I'm okay with that.

( Inventory, in order of purchase. )

Day Twenty-Four

Just wait a few years and they'll be printing those very same shirts about you, honey. *g* There's something to be said about instant recognition and becoming a popular culture staple. I mean, come now, I'm sure there actually *are* people out there who have broken up with their significant others by singing Bye Bye Bye on their answering machines.

Light So Bright by Val

Lance shrugged and slid back a little. "I just thought..."

Chris arched his eyebrows and waited.

"You know. Sex. Like. Just sex. No strings attached."

Chris laughed and Lance grimaced and Chris wondered if maybe Lance wasn't just a little drunker than he appeared.

"God, we've pretty much ruined that phrase, haven't we?"

Yeah, you kinda have. I love y'all anyway. Go read this because it's just damn beautiful, softie for space stories that I am.

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So this new black&white headshot of JC? People talk about pictures you can't look at directly - I'm having to take this in in pieces. Maybe if I know what to expect from all angles, I won't be too overwhelmed by the gestalt of the whole. Though that will remain to be seen no matter how well I've got the curve of his lower lip and the layers of his hair memorized.