Where the deer and the antelope play.

Home again, and while life as a highway ain't a bad way to travel most days, I am seriously done with the Florida toll road system. Done! Why do people who can't merge and aren't comfortable driving 80 mph on my road?

Anyway.

Managed to fit all the foodstuffs mother dearest sent into my meager refrigerator. My puppy spent all morning sulking around, sprawled on me for half an hour and crawled under my bed when I had to finally start packing. Puppy! I missed her the second I walked out the door.

Lunch in Orlando with flytofight and my copilot, walkingshadow, was lovely once again even if the overpriced Cuban food wasn't. Although, I should reiterate for the umpteenth time, best.PinaColada.ever. In all of creation. Mmm.

Between pages, I really wish I could be working on that Justin/Lynn/JC that finally sorted itself out in my head. But then, my best writing seems to happen in the wee hours of the morning, in the throes of sleep/nourishment deprivation, so perhaps it's best I'm forced to wait until I get home.

Pictures of Justin on the set of his movie! Looking banged-up (but otherwise fantastic in burgundy) with Trace by his side! Daaaw. And JC with his obscene hair! Though I'd have to agree with everyone who said the one curl they left untouched on his forehead is probably the most nefarious of them all.

Quote of the Day:

"To censor is... to oppose the process of reality."
-Frederico Fellini

I am an iiisland.

Changed my desktop for the first time since the best picture ever (Justin and Janet in the aftermath). It's now Justin gazing lovingly at Kevin Spacey. Very cool shot. The Sun pointed out the last time he and Morgan Freeman worked together, it was with a then-unknown Brad Pitt (and for that matter, Gwyneth Paltrow). How terribly exciting!

The ex-boy needs to not touch me unprovoked. Does my not looking at him as we talk, keeping a good three feet of space between us and my hands in my pockets, and walking away without moving to do any sort of goodbye ritual not make it clear enough that I don't want him in my space? Good grief.

Caught a bit of Saved by the Bell before French. Way to break my heart first thing in the morning, kids. Zack and Kelly! *weeps* Someone tell me they end up together forever and ever after, please?

Chipotle is finally open, and the line was out the door as I saw en route to said class. Is it that good?

It's officially pollen season. The poor girl walking in front of me sneezed no fewer than six times in the span of fifty feet. *is grateful for her hardy genes* Speaking of which, it's my father's birthday, gotta be sure to drop him a line.

Love the new PalmPilot. *lovelovelove* Also, I love the HotSync (teehee, for I am twelve) button. Instantaneous is my word of the day, as it should be everyone's! I decree it so!

Maybe I need a nap.

Beware the Ides of March!

See, I thought it was a Monday thing, but no, today is all thanks to those nasty Ides. *growls at them* They couldn't have held out on the torrential downpour for five more minutes so I could make it to work, and now my socks are draped over the computer tower, my pants are still dripping at the hem, and getting something warm would involve going back out there, which, no.

Ordered something cool from Amazon.com for a whole shiny penny, and it's always amusing when shipping costs more than the thing I'm getting. Also, must stay away from eBay. *sits on hands*

Weird moment: Steph, Casey, and I all had the same school colors in high school (green and gold). It's a small, small world.

My chocolate craving translated into a Milky Way from the office vending machine. I'm sincerely hoping JC got some sort of kickback for the shoutout in Something Special. Also, forgot how good the stuff is. Mmm, silky.

People read over my shoulder. People read over my shoulder. Must. Not. Read. Slash. In. Newsroom.

Quotes of the Day:

"He said 'Jesus loves me'? Oh, dear god."
-Kelly