And yet, this story has a happy ending! Eventually. I swear.
( No good, very bad day, culminating in this: )
Jules: ::in a towel and hastily-procured shirt from Jon, hair dripping all over the commons floor:: Hey, my roommate locked me out of our room.
Murphree Area front desk girl: Do you have ID?
Jules: ::tries not to wring her neck:: No, I must've left it in my other towel.
It may not have been my day.
But then!
( I'm generally much more of a listening person, so feeling sparkly and intelligent and just being competent in a social situation always leaves me disproportionately happy. )
And really, there's nothing that a double shot of espresso in a grande Gingerbread Latte won't fix. I'm much too awake even proportionate to the kind of awake I would be if it were an hour I'm supposed to be awake instead of the impossibility that is my being awake at all right now.
The haven't-seen-them-therefore-new-to-us pictures of Justin and Britney are really too, too adorable. Those crazy kids. I've been having Issues with Britney being written off as an inconsequential beard in the story of Justin's life lately because yo, those two were the real McCoy.
And Rio!
silentfire is so my hero for sending over Rio! I know exactly one line, the first of the chorus, and have been singing it randomly for the past week. Maddening, I tell you.
slimslash is the sweetest thing in all the history of sweet things. Just as a general note.
And now I'm warm, drugged to the gills with endorphins, my legs are silky smooth, and my desktop's changed from
dacey's ingenious wax museum Justin/JC manip to just JC, singing his little heart out with a starburst of pyrotechnics going off behind him and looking more beautiful than any one creature has any right. There's a deficit of pretty in the world, and it's all JC Chasez's fault. Damn if I'm not grateful.
However briefly, the world is good again.
( No good, very bad day, culminating in this: )
Jules: ::in a towel and hastily-procured shirt from Jon, hair dripping all over the commons floor:: Hey, my roommate locked me out of our room.
Murphree Area front desk girl: Do you have ID?
Jules: ::tries not to wring her neck:: No, I must've left it in my other towel.
It may not have been my day.
But then!
( I'm generally much more of a listening person, so feeling sparkly and intelligent and just being competent in a social situation always leaves me disproportionately happy. )
And really, there's nothing that a double shot of espresso in a grande Gingerbread Latte won't fix. I'm much too awake even proportionate to the kind of awake I would be if it were an hour I'm supposed to be awake instead of the impossibility that is my being awake at all right now.
The haven't-seen-them-therefore-new-to-us pictures of Justin and Britney are really too, too adorable. Those crazy kids. I've been having Issues with Britney being written off as an inconsequential beard in the story of Justin's life lately because yo, those two were the real McCoy.
And Rio!
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And now I'm warm, drugged to the gills with endorphins, my legs are silky smooth, and my desktop's changed from
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However briefly, the world is good again.