Ack! Friggin' freakin'!

There was an Nsync countdown on MTV and I missed it! I'm disappointed like you wouldn't believe. I was all happy in the glow of my tape of the Regis show - digging it big time - then I find out while scrolling through someone's LJ that I missed the boys co-hosting a countdown show yesterday. I...I have no words.

If some kind soul out there taped this event and is willing to share, *please* lemme know. I can't believe I'm on about 20 different Nsync lists and heard *nothing* about this. What's the world coming to, I ask you? I blame Yahoo! :-(

And just because the world needs a little JaceLove every day: JC is hot and slinky and I heart him like nobody's business.

And again, surprise.

Anybody else get a little thrill/shock of surprise when they find out someone likes their stuff? Especially when it's by accident? Saw my name listed in a journal entry while surfing, and actually read it about two more times to make sure it was me they were talking about. LOL! Like there's another foxmonkey out there running around. ;-) Always gives me the coolest glow, and makes me want to double my efforts to get that blasted JC/Chris fic under control!

Speaking of nice surprises, I see another person has linked to my journal. It makes me squeal, I tell ya. I'm such a little girl.

JC/Chris! Damn them! Well, not JC/Chris, but another pairing in the fic who're not doing what I tell them to. I think I'm just going to let the thing do what it wants and then edit. Must admit that sometimes uncooperative stories lead me to interesting places. I think this one may be doing the same thing - dagnabbit.

Hmmm, I had more to say, but it's gone. Ah, yes. I'm ready to redesign my SyncPage all ready. Am I on crack? Apparently. There are so many graphically-hip pages out there, that mine pales in comparison. Not sure what I want to do, but the scent of change is in the air. Makes my eyes hurt just thinking about it. *waaah!*

I've got a few more recs I need to add to my page, if Tripod would just stand still for a minute. Wanted to reformat the whopping TWO stories that I have on the SyncSite, but friggin' AT&T worldnet (or whatever this is), kept kicking me off! I just wanna update my page! *cries*


Wade sings/has vocals on Celebrity! Oy, the not-nice feelings I have for that guy. I'll leave my Wade rants for another entry. I need to think happy thoughts, and get back to my story. Or shall I surf a little more? Hmmm. No, I should be good. Off to write!

Have, have not...

Hmmm. The boys and their fabulous toys...

If I had the cash, what would I do? Probably set up a foundation for good works. Do something within my field for charity, like write a book for children, with all proceeds going to the foundation.

What else would I do? Buy stuff. Don't know if I'd buy six cars, but I'd sure as hell buy a couple. *Just 'cause I could.* And why not? It'd be my money. I'd get:

1) PT Cruiser. Woohoo! I'd either get a red one like Chris', or I'd have it custom painted metallic flake Mountain Dew green. Kid you not.

2) 1987 Honda Civic hatchback. I'd have it restored to mint condition, and painted a gorgeous shade of deep, girly pink. Not sure whether this car would have a metallic paint job or not. Why a Honda? I used to own one of these (blue, though), and absolutely loved it. Owned the thing for 11 years and never had a day's trouble with it. I am a Honda-lovin' woman.

3) Jaguar, not one of the newer ones. I like the ones with classic lines, but couldn't give you a model year if my life depended on it. It'd be a lovely deep, dark green, my favorite color. With camel interior. *sigh*

4) Mercedes Benz, two-seater convertible. Again, an older model, with sleek, gorgeous lines. I've seen a silver one with dark blue canvas top around town, and it's niiiiiiiiiice.

5) The new Beetle! This one would definitely have the custom Mountain Dew green metallic flake paint job. If not green, then I'd have some sort of NSYNC motif painted on the thing. Hey! The marionettes!!! I can see it now: an orange Beetle with both sides emblazoned with boyband marionettes. I'd be the envy of the town, kids.

How many houses would I need? I'd keep my house here in my boring hometown, but I'd have a majorly KICKASS loft in Manhattan, preferably one with a killer view of the Chrysler building. Was it the movie Greed that featured an office that looked out on the Chrysler? I had a heart attack when I saw that. I've got a hard-on for the Chrysler.

I guess the upshot of all this rambling is that someone's always envious of someone else.

I drive a crappy car, but it runs and gets me where I need to go; there's a whole lotta people out there riding the bus, and not by choice. Nuff said.

If this post made no sense, I'm not surprised. I suck at expressing myself this way, which is why I usually wait for more expressive/lucid/eloquent people to say things, and I add my comment: "Me too!"

Off again to surf, read, and write. And maybe contemplate the fickle nature of the universe a little bit, while I'm at it.