As my brain swerves out of control...

Two new LJ friends! Yes, I feel the need to announce these things, as older friends should know by now. This shall never cease to make me happy in a Christmas-morning type of way. :-)

My Slash Across America story is coming along quite nicely, thanks. I have a title and a half-finished graphic. Yes! That's friggin' all! I also have a vague idea of what I want to write, kinda. <--- (vague in action)

So, after watching BSB yesterday on Saturday Night Live (Sunday afternoon! Taped!), I have admitted my Kevin Love. Yeah, the man's hot, happy now? I want to see him slashed with JC, many, many times. I think that they would have a quietly intense love affair that would make their bandmates jealous, and would make Chris cry, because he never had the courage to tell JC how he really felt deep inside, and now it's too late. If anyone wants to grab that bunny and feed it, woohoo! All yours.

I am also regretting that I saw some BSB video-compilation tape at the thrift store the other day, and I didn't get it. For 99 cents! I was going to, as research, you know, but I didn't. That was before I saw the SNL rerun, even! I'll never get into them, I don't think; I'd have been sucked in before now. But Kevin. rawr.

Hmmm, I do feel the need to point out that Kevin should never, ever, ever be allowed to sport cornrows again. Ever. EVER. Completely unflattering, Kev. Don't do it.

O-Town can't dance! Seriously, cannot dance! I'm flashing back to the MTV New Year's show, here. I was waiting for Girlfriend to premiere, and caught like, the last part of the O-T'ers (pronounced "oaters") performance. Saw...Jacob? twitching his hips and doing something weird with his arms, a shimmy thing. My jaw dropped, thought, "Ha! He's making fun, joking around." He was serious! Seriously trying to dance! Later, rewound the tape and viewed this many, many times to be sure. He wasn't just funnin', he really thought he was dancing. I was sad for him.

Oh yeah, they can't sing, either!

NSync is clearly the leader in the vocal-group-consisting-of-young-men field. I love them. They can sing, they can dance, they're silly, they love each other (in non-touchy ways), and are comfortable enough with each other to sometimes appear to love each other in touchy ways as well. JC, my sweet, I adore you and your friends to pieces. *mwah*

Apres work.

Went to the thrift shop after work, and the BSB tape was gone. Waaah! 99 cents, what was I thinking?

I've got to write tonight. This story is refusing to emerge, and I'm going to have to pull it out with pliers, I suspect. Argh! I really need to think about what I want to do, nail some things down. Decide what I want to say.

Yes, that's a good start. I'm off to be writerly.

Wait! I have a new friend! I love when that happens. :-)

Oooh, the pretty!

In honor of my new boycrush, I am taking my new icon for a ride.

Say, isn't there some NSync/BSB fan out there who'd like to write a crossover tale of love between the studly Mr. Richardson and the Supreme God-Man himself, JC Chasez?

Come on, they have the same middle name! Their love was meant to be! Now someone should write it.