xalxuffasch was a darling boy for not smacking me in all the bitching I did about the world at large last night, on top of willingly dragging himself to three different bookstores and a Spec's Music. Where it should be noted I scored *NSYNC and two Backstreet posters for a whole dollar apiece. Swag! Also, extras! The *NSYNC poster is the
No Strings cover and the Backstreet poster is just pretty, and they're free to good homes to whoever places first dibs.
Got the article done and I didn't even have to run to hand it in on time. A million and one thanks to the lovely and eloquent
plum_evil, to whom I owe at least a ritual sacrifice. How's about a media disc instead? ;) Honorable mentions to
giddyupnow as well - thank you ladies both. Let's try and make next week's venture a little farther from home and not quite so 6:30 in the morning, eh? However, there
are worse ways to wake up than Justin on my local news.
Pictures! There are pictures from JC's Tuesday night performance in Vegas! And of course, the lovely review from
dizmo. Did we mention he and Lance dueted on the Beatles' birthday song? Because, wow, that was my composure rolling over to show its white little belly and pleading no contest. *meep* In other news, I am judiciously ignoring the big red 'indefinite' stamp on the album itself.
So, Justin's new video. I'm torn as to my favorite part - the intense hotness that is Justin slouching in the backseat of that cab, which is, like, a thousand and one limousine/car sex fics come true, or the girl who walks past him in Times Square and makes the was-that-really?-oh-my-god-it-
so-was-eee! face, which really is so, so cute.
Huh. I just made myself a sandwich. Like, there was the cutting of meat and washing/slicing of vegetables and two different kinds of toppings and yeah, real food. It was good. Which is no good at all, as it took entirely too long to accomplish without a sink in my room.
Can't this week be over yet? Mommy?