not that one can inventory people...
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aruanBut I've got a whole liter and a half of High Tide-flavored Gatorade that I'm drinking straight from the bottle and no real reason to sleep, so, thinking.
The Puppies:
-Can Lance smile like that all the time? Funny thing, I've seen more real smiles on him since he's been back than at a lot of events before, though the same goes for the trend of evident lushness, so let's not formulate any theories, shall we?
-My god, JC is a ridiculously pretty man. Fucking sexy bitch. On another note, he's one of those people who's so secure in who he is and what he's doing that he *truly* doesn't care about the rest, which is mostly bullshit anyway. Which just makes him all the more sexier, dammit. And that song and the emphatic dancing bound to ensue and yeah, I might be a little in love.
-When I was making my bookstore rounds yesterday, I actually remember thinking 'wouldn't it be cool if they had occasion to put Justin on the cover of The Advocate,' and lo and behold, ask and you shall receive. I do hope he's doing well out in the wilds of Tennessee. Inopportune doesn't even begin to describe it.
Justin: Suffice it to say, I have amazing people around me and some of them are gay.
STO(k): He's usually right behind me, mostly to the left. Blond guy? Weird eyebrows? Gives head like you wouldn't imagine, man.
-Joweee! In five days! Meep! I actually feel a lot like Mark tonight, sitting here bundled in my coat, with no heat despite the less than 55 degree weather outside, at loose ends and trying to tweak my technique. Heh.
-Chris is growing the mohawk back, and for that I couldn't be more supportive. Punky hair rules!
The Denizens of Smallville:
John Glover ruffled Tom Welling's coif back into perfection! Michael spotted smoking a cigarette on-set! Real buildings in the real downtown of a real city being redecorated for the ever-devious purposes of Luthorcorp! Set stories are always so much fun. As soon as I get that passport and someone nutty enough, I'm driving to Canada, baybee.
The Friends:
Cookies to Sheila, the gift of telekinesis to Nia, Angela will get hers soon enough and we can cry and be amused together, coffee with Miranda in the morrow, good tidings to Jon, sex in a box with a pretty bow for Jack, and the happiest of holidays to all.
The Week In Advance:
Monday:
-Nike advertisement
-keep aprised of the media blitz and program VCR until the 19th
-gloves and layers is the name of the game
-laundry, dishes, vacuuming
Tuesday:
-organize CDs, videotapes
-Psych final
-outline gameplan itinerary for New York
Wednesday:
-Dinosaurs final
-preferred Literature paper due date
Thursday:
-get on a plane to New York City, whoot!
-am I brave enough to brave checking out Madam Tussaud's on opening day of their immortal tributes to the boys?
Friday:
-TRL or bust, baby, Justin will be in the house! And then FYE afterward. And JC might still ostensibly be in town! Hot damn.
-Joey in RENT! I am positively a-tingle.
To Work On In the Midst of All That:
-Secret Santa fic - either forgo porn or restructure back to third person because that just.doesn't.work in second person
None of the above necessarily in any order of importance. Definitely not if I want to be back to do more state-funded slacking next semester.
Real Person Slash is like prostitution. Wait! Before you toss the match on the pyre, I mean that it's here to stay, so people may as well accept it. Morality's inappropriate. And I'm not saying this because that Lance guy is pretty yummy. I'm not. No.
-Thamiris (some abbreviated version of this *will* be made into a T-shirt)
The Puppies:
-Can Lance smile like that all the time? Funny thing, I've seen more real smiles on him since he's been back than at a lot of events before, though the same goes for the trend of evident lushness, so let's not formulate any theories, shall we?
-My god, JC is a ridiculously pretty man. Fucking sexy bitch. On another note, he's one of those people who's so secure in who he is and what he's doing that he *truly* doesn't care about the rest, which is mostly bullshit anyway. Which just makes him all the more sexier, dammit. And that song and the emphatic dancing bound to ensue and yeah, I might be a little in love.
-When I was making my bookstore rounds yesterday, I actually remember thinking 'wouldn't it be cool if they had occasion to put Justin on the cover of The Advocate,' and lo and behold, ask and you shall receive. I do hope he's doing well out in the wilds of Tennessee. Inopportune doesn't even begin to describe it.
Justin: Suffice it to say, I have amazing people around me and some of them are gay.
STO(k): He's usually right behind me, mostly to the left. Blond guy? Weird eyebrows? Gives head like you wouldn't imagine, man.
-Joweee! In five days! Meep! I actually feel a lot like Mark tonight, sitting here bundled in my coat, with no heat despite the less than 55 degree weather outside, at loose ends and trying to tweak my technique. Heh.
-Chris is growing the mohawk back, and for that I couldn't be more supportive. Punky hair rules!
The Denizens of Smallville:
John Glover ruffled Tom Welling's coif back into perfection! Michael spotted smoking a cigarette on-set! Real buildings in the real downtown of a real city being redecorated for the ever-devious purposes of Luthorcorp! Set stories are always so much fun. As soon as I get that passport and someone nutty enough, I'm driving to Canada, baybee.
The Friends:
Cookies to Sheila, the gift of telekinesis to Nia, Angela will get hers soon enough and we can cry and be amused together, coffee with Miranda in the morrow, good tidings to Jon, sex in a box with a pretty bow for Jack, and the happiest of holidays to all.
The Week In Advance:
Monday:
-Nike advertisement
-keep aprised of the media blitz and program VCR until the 19th
-gloves and layers is the name of the game
-laundry, dishes, vacuuming
Tuesday:
-organize CDs, videotapes
-Psych final
-outline gameplan itinerary for New York
Wednesday:
-Dinosaurs final
-preferred Literature paper due date
Thursday:
-get on a plane to New York City, whoot!
-am I brave enough to brave checking out Madam Tussaud's on opening day of their immortal tributes to the boys?
Friday:
-TRL or bust, baby, Justin will be in the house! And then FYE afterward. And JC might still ostensibly be in town! Hot damn.
-Joey in RENT! I am positively a-tingle.
To Work On In the Midst of All That:
-Secret Santa fic - either forgo porn or restructure back to third person because that just.doesn't.work in second person
None of the above necessarily in any order of importance. Definitely not if I want to be back to do more state-funded slacking next semester.
Real Person Slash is like prostitution. Wait! Before you toss the match on the pyre, I mean that it's here to stay, so people may as well accept it. Morality's inappropriate. And I'm not saying this because that Lance guy is pretty yummy. I'm not. No.
-Thamiris (some abbreviated version of this *will* be made into a T-shirt)
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nuts need not apply?
Date: December 9th, 2002 09:53 am (UTC)Re: nuts need not apply?
Date: December 9th, 2002 11:15 am (UTC)Sigh. I need to apply for a Visa to get anywhere. This nowhere place between citizen and legal alien sucks to the uttermostest. They need to realize that making me part of their taxpaying, barbequeing mass would be beneficial to all concerned, as I have no plans to leave and every intention of not wreaking havoc. It's my dispassionate views on baseball, isn't it? Or perhaps only eating the crust of my apple pie? *whines* But dammit, I eat, sleep, and breathe musicals, can name you Jazz artists, and regularly wear blue jeans with no fewer than three red sweaters in rotation. I can sing you a song about the presidents and know all the states and capitals and only occasionally wish we all had British accents. *sulks*