One more for the road, then I'm done for the day. No, really.

I put in a thirteen and a half hour academic day. Seriously. Been at this since five-thirty. I need to not be at it any more very soon.

So, Kevin is a "pretty little motherfucker," Timberlake said. Not that I disagree, but wow. That's a lot more frankness than I usually bargain for. Have I mentioned the foreign press should have regular go at the boys? Who needs page six when there are British gossip mags?

Okay, Lance's voice after he's just been woken up? I was already completely gone on JC ("Lance is hardcore, dude.") along with, you know, every other word out of his mouth, but then Lance and guh. Face, meet desktop. Good lord. Warn a sister. Also, it was really good to hear that everything really was done on JC's terms and schedule and that it is Jive we should be fucking hard. Bad Jive, no lube. Album now, bitches. *smiles winningly*

There was a new girl in my Statistics lab, and absolutely everything about her reminded me of sexdrugsfandom. Miss you, girlie. New York, too. Will remedy both in as timely a fashion as allowable.

GIP! I love the idea of Justin influenced by hippie philosophy beyond the occasional blunt with Nelly after a jam session. *g* walkingshadow does my bidding so readily. It's unfortunate that she's an otherwise much stronger soul than I am. Who knows what other deviances I could coerce her into.

Had a most delightful conversation with silentfire about our futures and the stories we'll have to trade, she as a forensic investigator and me as an entertainment reporter. She won't believe my stories will get boring waaaay before I'll grow blase about crime scenes. She must've forgotten that half my bookshelf was John Douglas books in middle school. Oh, and the X-Files fetish.



My very own "lickable" icon! It's clubbing!Lance, with the slightly more conservative open dip in his neckline from the jawscruff era I love so much. Mmm. I've lived in covetous admiration long enough. Big, big thanks to powrhug.

Read the cutest little story tonight: And a Treasure Chest, Too by Kittie. Fish!Sync! It's just darling and very well done.

Pizza and chicken wings with xalxuffasch was delightfully unwinding. He listened to my half-coherent ramblings obligingly. I [heart] my friends, yo.

Eee! Eee! In the Year 2000! With Jim freakin' Carrey! I. Love. Late Night with Conan.

"All of our mundane, repetitive tasks will be performed by robots, like washing dishes and marrying J.Lo."

Hee. But then, unfortunately to not much surprise:

"The New York Knicks and *NSYNC will sue each other, each alleging that they were the ones to come up with the idea of being five guys who suck."

The slashy gutter keeps me from reading strictly negative things into his wording. ;) But Conan does rag on the boys so damn much. It's probably because Lance stonewalled him on the string dance. Which, yo, not sporting, Bassman. Can't we all just get along?

But then he brings out Eliza Dushku as well, and really, there's not much wrong with the picture any longer.

*points* Icon! And how much does it amuse me that I've taken him up on the offer along just that lovely stripe of neck and jawline? Not two days after the exhibit opened, thankfully. *g*

Today was good. More importantly, I am now done spamming you about it.

Justin Month, Day Twelve

This isn't even the youngest picture I have of him from when *NSYNC began, but it captures an expression lost to the annals of too many years getting used to the quintessence of cameras in his face. It's cool to see this reminder that he really was his age for things. Not even corporate Disney can quash the romanticism of a teenager.

Older by Schuyler

They accepted you as one of them, not just JC's little tag-along brother. Even Chris, who was dark and wonderful and never seemed to notice that you'd fallen in love with him the minute you met, who was funny and liked you even though you felt all Tortured Teen and were tempted to buy Depeche Mode albums and write dark poetry about the fire in your soul. Chris made you laugh.

Aah, AUs. This is enterprise!Sync in the less sparkly and dancing way, which means that Justin isn't the natural star. But he's still playing for the team, still in love with Chris, and still considered too young for most of it. I like stories about Justin coming into his own among the guys.