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aruanStill loving my Journalism guy, yes I am. There's some seriously quality chocolate and cheese in his future, let me just say.
Also on the love tip: my spankin' new sexy Gap mock-Oxford with the frills and Freshens' Pina Collider. There's your hot and cool dichotomy, TV Guide.
We are not talking about the DMV ordeal I'll have to endure on top of everything else tomorrow. *Not.*
Santa makes me jump, jump! Also, she picked me along with three other girls at the end of Gator Funk tonight to go up onstage to lead the final round of the day's routine. ::glows:: I do love dance an inordinate amount. Also, I never got picked for basketball teams, so this was gratifying in more ways than one.
Justin Timberlake is one ostentatiously cocky little bastard - it's like he said, 'Let's see how many genres of music I can set "Let's fuck" lyrics to.' Also, adorable on a stick, and the fact that he manages that duality in the same cock of an eyebrow, lilt of his voice or twist of his hips is damn annoying and completely seductive. Nothin' Else has its claws in me something fierce.
Nocturne was painful. My ears still hurt from Miranda's and my joint shrieking at Lex's unusually blatant flirting, and with the morbid girl who sleeps on her parents' grave no less, and then, and then, because obviously we weren't abhorred enough for their liking, there's some seriously heavy-handed and *mutual* Martha/Lionel. I don't think the notion has even so much as occurred to ficcers, but apparently, the gauntlet has been thrown. Also, I'm with jenn on Lex behaving unimpeachably around Lana so long as Clark maintains his infatuation, so that entire scene just felt contrived and wrong and squick and blech and can we get some writers who know anything about these characters in the house? On the brighter side, the prospect of strung out on Kryptonite-laced cappucino Lex playing electric guitar and porning Dr. Seuss as the lyrics paints it all in an entirely more palatable light.
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silentfire made me a Lambs icon! She of the vehemently anti-boyband camp is encouraging my writing efforts in whatever medium they manifest. I {{{heart}}} her so much.
If I didn't need tomorrow and Thursday so badly time-to-do-things-wise, I'd banish them right off. Wipe the slate clean of this miserable, damp week and start anew Friday morning.
Also on the love tip: my spankin' new sexy Gap mock-Oxford with the frills and Freshens' Pina Collider. There's your hot and cool dichotomy, TV Guide.
We are not talking about the DMV ordeal I'll have to endure on top of everything else tomorrow. *Not.*
Santa makes me jump, jump! Also, she picked me along with three other girls at the end of Gator Funk tonight to go up onstage to lead the final round of the day's routine. ::glows:: I do love dance an inordinate amount. Also, I never got picked for basketball teams, so this was gratifying in more ways than one.
Justin Timberlake is one ostentatiously cocky little bastard - it's like he said, 'Let's see how many genres of music I can set "Let's fuck" lyrics to.' Also, adorable on a stick, and the fact that he manages that duality in the same cock of an eyebrow, lilt of his voice or twist of his hips is damn annoying and completely seductive. Nothin' Else has its claws in me something fierce.
Nocturne was painful. My ears still hurt from Miranda's and my joint shrieking at Lex's unusually blatant flirting, and with the morbid girl who sleeps on her parents' grave no less, and then, and then, because obviously we weren't abhorred enough for their liking, there's some seriously heavy-handed and *mutual* Martha/Lionel. I don't think the notion has even so much as occurred to ficcers, but apparently, the gauntlet has been thrown. Also, I'm with jenn on Lex behaving unimpeachably around Lana so long as Clark maintains his infatuation, so that entire scene just felt contrived and wrong and squick and blech and can we get some writers who know anything about these characters in the house? On the brighter side, the prospect of strung out on Kryptonite-laced cappucino Lex playing electric guitar and porning Dr. Seuss as the lyrics paints it all in an entirely more palatable light.
silentfire made me a Lambs icon! She of the vehemently anti-boyband camp is encouraging my writing efforts in whatever medium they manifest. I {{{heart}}} her so much. If I didn't need tomorrow and Thursday so badly time-to-do-things-wise, I'd banish them right off. Wipe the slate clean of this miserable, damp week and start anew Friday morning.
