I'm not in love with him and I feel fine.

Caught some of The Man In the Iron Mask last night. Haven't seen a Leonardo DiCaprio movie since Titanic, and this just reaffirmed that, no, he does absolutely nothing for me.

Went to the 10th Annual ReggaeSoca Awards last night. Was good, even better with all the white wine and sour gummy things people bought me. Missed A's call in the process. Am quite upset, as she practically sounded like she was gonna put Justin himself on the phone had I only answered.

Been working on darkfic for the past few days, which now stands at roughly 5400 words. And it's plot. And there's still lots more to do. Am afraid this might actually be something and the guilt of not finishing it would consume me. Scared at prospect of finishing. Am v. v. sad person.

Live chat this Wednesday! Just making a note here since I'll probably putz out and forget in those three days' time.

Note to anyone with prescriptions to fill in the greater Broward County area...

Transfer them all to the Wal-Mart on Flamingo and Griffin Road. Holy almighty, that Chris is a hot, funny, helpful boy. The assistant pharmacist ain't too hard on the eyes, either but mmm, cute, compassionate, smart boys with highlights in their hair and a smile on their face regardless of the fact that they've been working 9-9 three days straight? Yeah, I'd almost drive home from Gainesville every month just to see him again.

Caught a bit of Kate & Leopold and wow, am I Hugh Jackman's bitch. I've seen it before but obviously not in the right mindset, as I hopped around the living room squealing like a wee girl at his accent/costume/lines/smile/everything he did. My mom, at least, was kept amused, and assured me that, yes, I can keep him. Whee!

Speaking of, she is making battered shrimp as the father figure is on the grill watching the steaks. Is it strange that I know when my family is functioning by how good the food is?

Also, I might have done a little dance about being friended today. Because I am a big, big dork of a fangirl, and that's alright, too.

krabbypatty! Happy birthday darling, and are you back on the good connection yet? I've got a whole lot of MMC!JC, but between the two of us, there could be so much more. Catch me online.

Day Twenty-Nine

Now, y'all didn't think this month was gonna go by without my posting this picture, did you? And really, how could I not? Besides the fact that I could lick the choreographer responsible for that bit of genius, it's set to Up Against The Wall, easily my favorite track from Celebrity for, oh, a thousand reasons. I love this boy; I love his bendy body, I love his kinky mind, and I love his performance ethic.

Hit by Synchronik

Way back when Lance had first gotten to Florida, Joey'd caught him staring at JC, who was sprawled on the floor with his shirt off, gasping for air. JC had bad hair then -- they all had, except for Chris, whose bad hair days came later -- but when Lance remembered it now, he saw JC's new silky hair spread around his head.

"Nice, huh?" Joey'd said in his ear.

"Yeah," Lance had breathed before he could stop himself. Joey had laughed and slapped him on the shoulder.

"You'll get used to it," he'd said, but Lance never did.

Oh, Joey. Miranda, would you like to do the honors?