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Sep. 7th, 2004 03:30 pmVery merry (belated) birthday salutes to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
digital_diva. Thanks for all you do, hon. Hope it's a good one.
Fannish news, and then something not-so-different:
- the San Francisco Examiner has gotten in on the kiss comment
- Justin and Cam are allegedly shopping for a Miami pad, according to In Touch
- Britters' 55-hour ex-hubby was photographed making out with a transsexual at a Miami club
- JC looked downright delicious, excluding the woefully increasingly unbecoming shag on his head, at Last Chance Summer Dance
- Lance has been partying it up in the Hamptons and sending hapless bartenders on midnight runs for Red Bull. God only knows why, as the stuff is neck-and-neck with straight-up green Bacardi for Most Foul Stuff Ever
- He also got himself photographed with his puppies again, which I fall for all over again every.single.time
- And Monsieur Fatone has decided to make it official with Kelly come this Thursday. Mazel tov and may there be many pictures of happy boybanders
- TPTB are letting both Rupert Grint and Dan Radcliffe have lots of good, shaggy hair for the next movie. Mah heart! It is all a-quiver with the Wrong Emotions
( Okay, so there was this essay I spent most of my extended weekend working on... )
And there, that's my unpopular fannish opinion rant in a lot less space.
Well, I'm bitching, so you know things couldn't have gone too badly with the hurricane down here. We never lost power, ate wonderful delivered Chinese food last night, and classes for today have been scrapped given the sorry state of our previously immaculately landscaped campus.
Listened to a very surreal mix of music last night, the kind that makes you question if you're still who and where you think you are. Hope you enjoy this excerpt. It's the one that resonated most strongly, possibly because I was missing Paris something fierce. From one of the many soundtracks from Buddha Bar, which is as close to paradise as I've ever experienced with both feet still on the ground. Right Click/Save As, please.
Pink Martini - La Soledad
digital_diva. Thanks for all you do, hon. Hope it's a good one.Fannish news, and then something not-so-different:
- the San Francisco Examiner has gotten in on the kiss comment
- Justin and Cam are allegedly shopping for a Miami pad, according to In Touch
- Britters' 55-hour ex-hubby was photographed making out with a transsexual at a Miami club
- JC looked downright delicious, excluding the woefully increasingly unbecoming shag on his head, at Last Chance Summer Dance
- Lance has been partying it up in the Hamptons and sending hapless bartenders on midnight runs for Red Bull. God only knows why, as the stuff is neck-and-neck with straight-up green Bacardi for Most Foul Stuff Ever
- He also got himself photographed with his puppies again, which I fall for all over again every.single.time
- And Monsieur Fatone has decided to make it official with Kelly come this Thursday. Mazel tov and may there be many pictures of happy boybanders
- TPTB are letting both Rupert Grint and Dan Radcliffe have lots of good, shaggy hair for the next movie. Mah heart! It is all a-quiver with the Wrong Emotions
( Okay, so there was this essay I spent most of my extended weekend working on... )
And there, that's my unpopular fannish opinion rant in a lot less space.
Well, I'm bitching, so you know things couldn't have gone too badly with the hurricane down here. We never lost power, ate wonderful delivered Chinese food last night, and classes for today have been scrapped given the sorry state of our previously immaculately landscaped campus.
Listened to a very surreal mix of music last night, the kind that makes you question if you're still who and where you think you are. Hope you enjoy this excerpt. It's the one that resonated most strongly, possibly because I was missing Paris something fierce. From one of the many soundtracks from Buddha Bar, which is as close to paradise as I've ever experienced with both feet still on the ground. Right Click/Save As, please.
Pink Martini - La Soledad
