Justin Month, Day Five

A most excellent birthday to my little brother, one of my dear suppliers of the good Bassez crack, icebun, and callmesandy. I love the way she loves her Lambs. Today's entry is all hers.



This picture is one of the sweetest things ever and there's no understanding in my mind all the Justin-didn't-like-Lance-at-first fanon after seeing it. Love! Love and nothing but.

Trade by Calico

"Fuck, fuck, fuck--"

"That an invitation?"

Justin snatches his hands away, scrambling up before relaxing again; it's ok, it's Lance, no need to panic. Then the words sink into his brain, and he's shaking his head, and Lance is grinning at him and taking off his jacket.

Oh, man. So, I could try saying coherent things about Calico, but it'd all just be a flurry of exasperated hand gestures and my telling you to just read it for yourself because nothing I say will compare. Justin and his work/play ethics make this much, much too easy for Lance, but oh is it fun to watch.

Lambs! Baa! Lovely day, all.

"What we're going for here is neither English nor grammar, but style." -Professor Foley

There's nothing like wanting something and being able to have it without ritual sacrifice, accruing debt, or significant effort. Last night, it was a grilled fish sandwich from Cafe Gardens. We've never had dinner there - the outside perimeter is strung with rope lights and lanterns, the Florida wildlife maintained a civil distance for the most part, there was even a light breeze and really, that's pretty much the best you could hope for.

Wore my Striptified concert shirt around campus all day and mostly succeeded in not feeling self-conscious. Remaining issues resolved entirely as the girls behind the counter at the new Ben & Jerry's across the street individually chatted me up about Christina and Justin. They make a mean mint chocolate chunk, too. Mmm.

So, Wade and his gorgeously sculpted sweaty chest? *meep* I lust in deep, deep shame.

Read Bubble Gum by Cappucino this morning and dude. Dude. I was all about the Timbertrick until that ending. Totally socked it to me. Go read, it's beyond breathtaking.

Tonight consisted of good sushi, Starbucks coffee, and the general madness that our games of Trivial Pursuit tend to descend into. We made Conan's monologue in the Murphree commons and stuck it out through 'If They Mated,' a segment Miranda was ill-prepared for but rolled with soon enough. Good times.