Update done!

Woohoo! Updated my entire existing site, and added the Nsync pages. Then had to re-do it all because my colors turned out to be non-Web safe (the bastards), so now everything has a black background. I like the way it all turned out, though, and I'm very pleased with the SyncPages. I'm cross-eyed and half blind, but happy. :-)

I had a story to pimp, but have completely forgotten what it was. Hmmmm. Well, take a spin by my recs page, it's probably there, whatever it was.

So I've started a couple of stories, and have made good progress on my JC/Chris. I need to be writing - *actually*, my ass needs to be beta-ing. I'm feeling lazy and unproductive, though. Off to work...

Hey! I need more icons! Just thought I'd add that.

Writing, bay-bee!!!

So that's what I'm doing, writing. That and cutting my freakin' nails 'cause they'd gotten too long to type without annoying the hell out of me. Whee! Fingers are flying now - I love typing right after I cut my nails. Weird, I know.

JC/Chris! Makes me happy and squirmy. And how about that little thing on MuchMusic when Chris leaned right into JC's face, and JC turned around with that sexy little voice, "How you doin'?" Once again, the JC cuteness has caused my ovaries to spontaneously go into overdrive. And Chris! I love him more every time I see him. As Strandia warned me beforehand, JC was adorable in this. It's absolutely ridiculous how long and loud this man makes me sigh. *sigh*

So I'm listening to Stone Temple Pilots, Sour Girl, specifically. I love this song. This tune always makes me think of Sports Night, because I bought this album the day before I discovered the Sports Night archive, and spent that Sunday reading everything in the archive, with Sour Girl set on repeat. All day, no kidding. I love this song. Love me some Sports Night slash, too. But that was before I became consumed by *Nslash. I'm a fic slut.

Have been reading other peoples' journals today, and writing. Tried to make a graphic for the work in question, but nothing's clicking. My title's obscure enough - Yes! Another fic wherein I managed to come up with a title before writing 'the end'! - so now I need a kickass graphic. I bitch and moan, but I luuuuuuuurve it.

Getting pretty chatty here, so I need to trundle my ass back to my Word program. Mmmmm, I smell someone's flowering tree through the window, and it smells lovely. Did I mention that it's hell degrees here? I hate summer.

Two minutes later - I'm back!

Yeah, stop laughing.

Have decided that I shall create a graphic for pimping bunnies. Don't know why I thought this was important enough to warrant a journal entry of its own, especially since said graphic does not yet exist, but there you go. Bunny pimpin', here I come!

I suspect this is an avoidance technique. I am now dragging my ass back to Word...no, PaintShop, no...Word. Must...write...JC/Chris...