Day Fourteen

I think JC and Lance are the only two boys whose vanity I've ever found to be an endearing characteristic. I think we can all appreciate the need to look and feel pretty, no? The little bend of his wrists! The caption! That's the kind of brazen, quality journalism we've come to expect and love from Us Weekly. Maybe Men In Black was right about all the scoop stories being run in tabloids - they certainly go the extra mile to bring us the more socially relevant stuff, anyhow. Or you know, something.

JC getting his nails done!

Done now.

Wrap by Mare J

They fall into a conversation about nothing and everything on the way to JC's and it's funny, Joey finds out, how JC really seems to know a lot about music and all other kinds of stuff. Joey ends up telling him how he wants to be an actor singing on Broadway one day. JC says, "Totally, you can do it," and tells him that he's heard him sing, that he remembers it. And while Joey kind of doubts it, he decides to believe JC anyway, because fuck it, if anybody can lie and smile as earnestly as JC then there's just something wrong with the world.

Yeah, he would with me too, Joey. Me, too.

In a past life I was a wealthy English duchess. Too bad all the tastes and none of the stock linger.

Spent the afternoon rediscovering the joys of Queer As Folk. Brian Kinney only gets hotter every time I see him. And the way he manages to arouse every emotion in between as well - come now, who didn't fume in righteous indignation on Michael's behalf at his Get the fuck over here because I need you line? Yeah, thought so. But oh, he's so very pleasing to the senses.

I have my fruit & almond tea back (can't drink anything else anymore thanks to Diana) and have discovered that the addition of honey just makes it that much more addictive.

And tomorrow, I drive to West Palm Beach with my mother to catch a show called Menopause...

the Musical.

Kids, I can't wait.