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aruanYeah. Yeah, it really is.
Had an iced Caramel Macchiato and Burger King onion rings at the Turkey Lake service plaza two miles out of Orlando (odds, anyone?) Got quite a bit of writing and plotting done on the bus. Managed to start a new WIP from the passing cloudscapes. I only looked out the window every once in a while, and storms were passing through and the sun was setting and it was Florida with its flatness which ordinarily, yeah, blah, but makes for awesome skygazing. On the Lambs epic - Justin needs to be more desperate for Lance and Lance just breaks my heart with his inopportune "I love you"s. Hope they're faring much happier in London together tonight. Congratulations to the Basstronaut on the completion of his training and every bit of luck with that April flight.
Mom picked me up from the Pompano service plaza. She's just beyond wonderful. Made seven kinds of cabbage and bought every possible thing I've ever even passingly mentioned liking to stock the pantry and fill up all the already nonexistent space in my refrigerator (you try keeping a teenaged boy in food).
Also, my aunt is distinctly the one who loves me second most in this entire universe. New issue of Seventeen pressed right into my hot little hands to a much enthused reception. And she hasn't even the slightest clue what my musical or boy preferences are. I guess things between us just run deeper than words and eerily close resemblances.
Note to Self: New method of enduring dinner with repetitive, preachy father: get tipsy early on, keep taking drinks as necessary. God I suddenly love being a cheap date. Added bonus if he, too, has had a few. Needless to say, this was one of the more successful dinners.
Mmm. Good cake. Let it be known that I ate and enjoyed the accompanying strawberries, raspberries, and blueberries with the delectible chocolate. Candle and everything. Which brought up an interesting dilemma - I've wished for the same thing every birthday since I've known to make a wish before blowing out the candles. This year though, I realized that the thing I wished for isn't made possible by wishing, but by bloody hard work. So I sat there, red candlewax dripping, for a good three-four minutes trying to think of something new. Which I did. Here's to a new year.
Fortune cookie: "You should be able to undertake and complete anything." Suddenly, foreboding doesn't feel not quite so... fear-for-my-headish.
Puppy! My princess is here and all about making snuggling with me her raison d'etre. Cutest, most adorably rumpled and just *mwah*. Love her so, so much. She makes me melt. ::goop::
Also, this is one of the most fucking ludicrously sexy things I have ever seen, ever. Favor. Do it for yourself.
My boy was just on BET. Hits on the Street or somesuch. ::sniffle:: He makes me so happy. Ditto on confirmed news of JC in the studio.
Tomorrow!
-morning ice skate session
-malling it, for out-of-season eccentrism is back in style
-dinner of *all* my favorite things hosted by la familia
-cafe avec Monsieur Jonathan Friedel
Quote of the Day:
"Hey Ian, we're gonna kill ya!"
-Joweee! in MBFGW
Two weeks today! Can't. Wait.
Had an iced Caramel Macchiato and Burger King onion rings at the Turkey Lake service plaza two miles out of Orlando (odds, anyone?) Got quite a bit of writing and plotting done on the bus. Managed to start a new WIP from the passing cloudscapes. I only looked out the window every once in a while, and storms were passing through and the sun was setting and it was Florida with its flatness which ordinarily, yeah, blah, but makes for awesome skygazing. On the Lambs epic - Justin needs to be more desperate for Lance and Lance just breaks my heart with his inopportune "I love you"s. Hope they're faring much happier in London together tonight. Congratulations to the Basstronaut on the completion of his training and every bit of luck with that April flight.
Mom picked me up from the Pompano service plaza. She's just beyond wonderful. Made seven kinds of cabbage and bought every possible thing I've ever even passingly mentioned liking to stock the pantry and fill up all the already nonexistent space in my refrigerator (you try keeping a teenaged boy in food).
Also, my aunt is distinctly the one who loves me second most in this entire universe. New issue of Seventeen pressed right into my hot little hands to a much enthused reception. And she hasn't even the slightest clue what my musical or boy preferences are. I guess things between us just run deeper than words and eerily close resemblances.
Note to Self: New method of enduring dinner with repetitive, preachy father: get tipsy early on, keep taking drinks as necessary. God I suddenly love being a cheap date. Added bonus if he, too, has had a few. Needless to say, this was one of the more successful dinners.
Mmm. Good cake. Let it be known that I ate and enjoyed the accompanying strawberries, raspberries, and blueberries with the delectible chocolate. Candle and everything. Which brought up an interesting dilemma - I've wished for the same thing every birthday since I've known to make a wish before blowing out the candles. This year though, I realized that the thing I wished for isn't made possible by wishing, but by bloody hard work. So I sat there, red candlewax dripping, for a good three-four minutes trying to think of something new. Which I did. Here's to a new year.
Fortune cookie: "You should be able to undertake and complete anything." Suddenly, foreboding doesn't feel not quite so... fear-for-my-headish.
Puppy! My princess is here and all about making snuggling with me her raison d'etre. Cutest, most adorably rumpled and just *mwah*. Love her so, so much. She makes me melt. ::goop::
Also, this is one of the most fucking ludicrously sexy things I have ever seen, ever. Favor. Do it for yourself.
My boy was just on BET. Hits on the Street or somesuch. ::sniffle:: He makes me so happy. Ditto on confirmed news of JC in the studio.
Tomorrow!
-morning ice skate session
-malling it, for out-of-season eccentrism is back in style
-dinner of *all* my favorite things hosted by la familia
-cafe avec Monsieur Jonathan Friedel
Quote of the Day:
"Hey Ian, we're gonna kill ya!"
-Joweee! in MBFGW
Two weeks today! Can't. Wait.
