at the end of the day, it's your friends that count

[aruan]

People might want to keep that in mind about me the next time they come sniffing around to make trouble.

I think I've spoken to everyone who matters one way or another and have received the reply I've been waiting for, so for the first time ever I think I'm reluctant to refresh my main journal page to see more comments. I'm just so spent with all the effort it took to explain things that were never intended and clarify the issues I did raise. It's been a long day.

However, the thing currently giving me great pleasure is looking at Lance's signature. It's so methodically stylized, like he made the conscious effort to perfect it. Maybe as far back as when he was still in Clinton, perhaps while sitting in some boring class he only attended because he was a good boy and the teacher took roll. It's a lovely signature and oh so him in every way. Goober!

And a quote, because this Chasez kid just keeps ingratiating himself deeper and deeper into my heart:

"Justin called up Lance and said 'Yo, why don't you come down here and check this out and see what you think, maybe just sing with us and see how you like it or whatever.' So he comes down, he starts singing, and we didn't let him go home after that."

Comments

[mimesere.livejournal.com]

*cuddle* I haven't yet had a chance to tell you that I think you are fantabulous. Which you are. *mwah*

[gjstruthseeker.livejournal.com]

*snuggles* Thank you darling. :) It's been fun but you know, I think I can do without causing that much upheaval for a while to come. And I meant the sentiment completely - none of what these people said or probably think of me will last the end of the week, much less the end of the month, but the ones who know me and understand what I was saying, as awkwardly as it may have come out, stand by me and that means everything.

Hope you had a wonderful holiday and best to you in the coming year.

[gjstruthseeker.livejournal.com]

And because I forgot to add: Jayceeeeee!
*warms her toes by the bonfire of her love for the sweetest, most prettiest derelicte-chic boy that ever did live*

[pierydys.livejournal.com]

*plops self down on your other side for a group cuddle* Mud is icky. You're nifty. These are true, I asked my magic eight ball. *nods*

*offers you a box of belgian chocolates*

[gjstruthseeker.livejournal.com]

Cookies from Nia, Belgian chocolate from you, group cuddles... maybe I should throw myself to the lions more often! ;)

I never liked mud and I don't turn down compliments, so I'd also go with your magic eight ball on all counts. Seriously, I'm just glad everything seems to have blown over. I'd do it again in a heartbeat, but most of this was just so unnecessary I was rolling my eyes half the time as I said the same thing for the third or fourth occasion. But the ones who chose to look me up and say something were duly responded to, the people who loved me in the morning are still my friends now, and somewhere, secretly, I do like a good fight, so it all worked out in the end.

Note however, that no one's chosen to take me up on my previous entry about taking fandom less seriously, even though that alone got me enough griping. I think I stole your thunder a little with it, but the girl said the magic words, and before I knew it I was ranting. I'd love to hash that one out with people. 'Just fanfiction' my foot.

Anyhow! Thank you for the lovely sentiments, and honestly I'm just glad we're all okay.

[xalxuffasch.livejournal.com]

We do what is in the realm of our doability.

[gjstruthseeker.livejournal.com]

*mwah* Same here, same here. I overstep my bounds occasionally, get a little zealous, but the people who know me understand that. This was something I needed to do, and somewhere deep in the masochistic abyss that is my soul, I enjoyed it. And like I've said, the friends I had I've kept, and the rest honestly doesn't even begin to matter.