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aruanI made it from the Turkey Lake service plaza to my front door in an hour and twenty. FYI, it's a trip that usually takes about two hours. But hey, we all made it home. Song of the ride was Jessie's Girl, which still makes me giggle.
The best friend is going to disown me for the story I'm currently working on. What's so compelling about the boyfriend, of whom I know exactly three things, I'll never know.
I've accumulated, among other successful shopping acquisitions, a pair of red Retro Skechers, spike-heeled Mary Janes, and almost a full gig of media over the course of the four-day weekend. Huh.
If I cared about football at all, I'd be upset over our loss to FSU this weekend. However, I have friends in that neck of the woods who probably got a couple of good parties out of it, so it's all good.
Mason is entirely my hero of the day. He's not only letting me crash at his apartment Tuesday night, he's offered to drive me to the airport at bumfuck hour Wednesday morning for my 7:40 flight to Los Angeles. Was not looking forward to the prospect of leaving Gainesville at four in the morning to make it there on time, not to mention paying $50 for parking over the course of the week.
They tell me December is Group Month, and while there's no way I'll undertake daily fic recs, I can do pictures. This'll be good for my soul, and I think we can all use it right about now. So, onward.
Day One:
I remember seeing this picture on the cover of my local Showtime, a Friday newspaper insert that has movie reviews, times, etc. I didn't like *NSYNC, wouldn't be caught dead at a concert as I'd be ostracized from civilized society forever - however, it was this picture that made me think twice of my outright dismissal. I read the blurb inside and thought, 'Hm, maybe I should check it out. Nosebleed seats, just to see what all the fuss is over.' Silly me, I didn't make it there that day, but I've since seen the entire introduction to No Strings Attached, and mere words alone cannot express my love for it.
The best friend is going to disown me for the story I'm currently working on. What's so compelling about the boyfriend, of whom I know exactly three things, I'll never know.
I've accumulated, among other successful shopping acquisitions, a pair of red Retro Skechers, spike-heeled Mary Janes, and almost a full gig of media over the course of the four-day weekend. Huh.
If I cared about football at all, I'd be upset over our loss to FSU this weekend. However, I have friends in that neck of the woods who probably got a couple of good parties out of it, so it's all good.
Mason is entirely my hero of the day. He's not only letting me crash at his apartment Tuesday night, he's offered to drive me to the airport at bumfuck hour Wednesday morning for my 7:40 flight to Los Angeles. Was not looking forward to the prospect of leaving Gainesville at four in the morning to make it there on time, not to mention paying $50 for parking over the course of the week.
They tell me December is Group Month, and while there's no way I'll undertake daily fic recs, I can do pictures. This'll be good for my soul, and I think we can all use it right about now. So, onward.
Day One:
I remember seeing this picture on the cover of my local Showtime, a Friday newspaper insert that has movie reviews, times, etc. I didn't like *NSYNC, wouldn't be caught dead at a concert as I'd be ostracized from civilized society forever - however, it was this picture that made me think twice of my outright dismissal. I read the blurb inside and thought, 'Hm, maybe I should check it out. Nosebleed seats, just to see what all the fuss is over.' Silly me, I didn't make it there that day, but I've since seen the entire introduction to No Strings Attached, and mere words alone cannot express my love for it.
